"Let's be vigilantes, bitches." It wasn't until now that he even thought of questioning the wisdom of those decidedly flippant words from his own mouth. The group of them had been talking for awhile, perhaps not entirely seriously, about doing something of this nature when they had all discovered their unique gifts. They had all agreed that Escoria needed serious help, and even assistance in the form of six teenagers with mildly crappy powers had to be better than nothing. Then he had to go ahead and say it. Honestly, Noah couldn't even remember what exactly happened in the days leading up to them huddled together atop the roof of their shared school. He thought Ardo had said something about wanting to make costumes for them all because he had access to the drama department's props and then someone had the brilliant idea that they could take on the small-time dealers that perpetually lurked in the back streets alongside the school. They hadn't been entirely reckless. Research was conducted to assure that they weren't tied to any big-time crime syndicates that would trap kids in a meatlocker, but other lesser forms of punishment weren't entirely ruled out. Besides, it was somewhat of an idiot move to peddle crap outside of a fine institute such as this one. Didn't they worry about cops at all? Or that the kids who actually attended the school would rat them out? Noah ruffled his hair. Candy had been the one who was most upset about it. She really wanted these guys brought to justice, or whatever it was that they could do about it. His legs were starting to fall asleep from all of the crouching they were doing on this stakeout. "Is there strategy behind this, or are we all just dicking around because we're fucking scared of getting back down off this thing?" he scoffed, under his breath but loud enough for the others to hear. Candace nudged him, "Watch your mouth, Siphon." She wasn't sure whom she was worried about him insulting. Maybe it was herself. She was still not incredibly used to the loose cursing of the kids in grades above her. "Watch it, indeed. We don't want your biting remarks to leave us without a leg to stand on." Ardo thought he was hilarious. He was undoubtedly the most chicken of them all, but he still thought he could provide a little levity to the situation. Noah's powers were probably the strangest of them all, in his eyes. Sure, turning into a jinx doorknob might not seem all that normal, either, but at least his power didn't encourage cannibalism. Noah flashed a row of gleaming teeth and growled from the back of his throat. It was a practiced act, but it still raised hairs on the back of his own neck. The youngest among them shifted uncomfortably, hoisting a pair of binoculars to her eyes as she wriggled forward to the edge of the building to get a better look at their targets. She barely registered that Ardo had placed a steadying hand upon her shoulder as she maneuvered. Candace turned and made a series of convoluted hand gestures. Fingers suggesting walking. Fingers suggesting kicking. Hands flapping in a bird formation. Finger guns. Wrists crossed and flicking. Ardo interrupted, "Sorry, what?" She sighed, "Stranger, Skirmish, Sneak, I want you guys to form a strike team. You're gonna rough 'em up and send them running to me, Siphon, and Squander. We're going to be the scare team. Rattle their cages before we string 'em up all Raptor-style." Her eyes burned with the determination of a girl who could not be deterred by the simple laws of physics or laws of, well, laws. Noah sort of appreciated it. "Alright, Candy-girl. You want us to lurk in the shadows?" He was fine with that. Even if this was technically his idea, he was feeling more and more like it was a bad one. Given the minimal effort job, he would do it to the best of his abilities. Taking that as his cue, he moved back to the fire escape they'd used to get up there in the first place and began his descent. "That's Swiss, thank you very much," she huffed, cheeks tinting a little with an indignant blush. She wasn't sure why nobody was stepping in to tell her that a thirteen year old shouldn't be making the plans, but she was grateful for it, at least for the moment. She was embarrassed enough as it was. The metal rattled under Noah's careless footfalls, attracted a few agitated grunts and double-takes from the dealers, and the eldest smirked back at the team, "Isn't that your cue for one ass-kicking frontal assault?" Sure, he was being a jackass, but they'd brought it on themselves. Nobody was ever supposed to take a suggestion ending in the word "bitches" seriously.