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Time Skip-Next Day
Nigel "Joseph" Hawthorne
"Daddy ~ Dad? Dad! Dad!" Hawthorne's eyes flickered open as he felt a continuous poking in his right shoulder, his brow pinching in the discomfort of the crude awakening. Then that is when he recalled. He stayed up all night at the headquarters in order to make sure electrical and mechanical functioning was put back on line. He never did make it home. The worse thing was...
He didn't recall falling asleep. Now before him was his own daughter, who should have been in her morning college course instead of lumbering over him as he slumbered. This did not surprise him, considering she was at the office more and more to make sure he was drinking his caffeine and wrapping himself in blankets when it became unbearably cold. He began to open his mouth to scold his only child, only to be interrupted by another voice soon after.
"Nigel. Your scheduled meeting is in about ten minutes. Some of the heroes are already here." Quincy Daniels explained, poking Hawthorne's forehead with the tip of his ball point pin, as if determining if Hawthorne was still alive and well. Hawthorne scowled briefly as he propped himself upon his elbows, his computer chair nearly swirling as he applied pressure to the soft leather. He blinked at his child than at his worker, both who were pointing their fingers and adjusting their sunglasses in unison. Hawthorne was not amused in this moment, his eyes narrowed and the corners of his mouth twitching in minor annoyance.
"Before I go anywhere why..."
"Don't worry Dad. I've got some free time for right now. Besides, you weren't answering your cell." She directed her outstretched finger to the cell phone lying feebly upon its side beside Hawthorne's empty tea cup. Her brow raised in disapproval. a small clack of her tongue against her teeth becoming audible to Hawthorne. "It's a good thing Quincy dear decided to let me in. If not you would have never made it to your meeting." She began to tug at her light blue beanie, her eyes shimmering as she produced a wide grin. "You better go check on your heroes daddy. I don't know how long they are gonna wait. Oh, and before you do go, are they nice to you?" Her eyes dimmed briefly, darkness invading her irises. Hawthorne sighed as he brushed back his hair, stuffing his cell into his vest pocket and adjusting his tie.
"Plenty. No worries. Now, I have a meeting to attend to. Get back to class before I take you." Hawthorne snapped his fingers, the area around him freezing temporarily. He sighed as he stacked his paperwork, puffing his cheeks as he examined to make sure everything was in place. The subject of this meeting was a woman who went by Ceres, a menace who decided to commit crimes such as robberies and minor vandalism. However, she was growing to be worse when it came to civilians, and while she was mostly harmless, she had made a group of men high off of a special plant that Hawthorne had yet to identify. It was very well assumed that those men may have had some horrible intentions towards women who were roaming the street, and that while Ceres may have done some good, she also had a lot of bad intentions under her sleeve. The sooner in custody, the better. He could also very well assume that Ceres had some information on the underground syndicate he was attempting to prove existed, and if he could get something out of her, the WPHO had a fighting chance to prevent any more deaths.
Hawthorne swiftly evacuated his office, his steps heavy and focused. He nearly forgot the feeling of his own two legs, the pressure of his nerves screaming against every step. He ignored it as he bustled into the conference room, plopping papers onto the table and preparing to set up the projector. Quincy had helped him before and he figured he could understand it no trouble. Hawthorne struggled briefly, concerned as he began to taste iron and was forced to snap back into reality. He noted that as he looked up into reality, that a few heroes had already indeed gotten there. Reaper and Bearskin seemed to be bonding in a bizarre way, while Savage was chuckling in his response as his beast watched. Noble, meanwhile, was no where to be seen for the moment.
"Alright. So, munchkin..."
"Says you shortstuff. Alright. So you've got your arms around me. What now?" Reaper inquired, her eyes flickering up to Bearskin, whose arms were very, very loosely placed around the woman's neck. "So, generally if I didn't have the mask on, I'd bite down. But that's a no no in this case. And let's say, theoretically, powers aren't going to work. Where is the better place to aim, nose, crouch, throat or feet?"
"If you can't reach the throat or nose, the tops of the feet are always a good place to stamp down on. Especially if you got a good length heel. I'd recommend in this case scenario for you to slam your head as hard into my nose as possible. If that doesn't work, stamp down on the feet. If you can, loosen my arms and attempt to get the elbow straight into my throat."
"Uh, right now?"
"I'd prefer to keep my nose intact. Alright, next position..."
"Do you mind if I try?" Savage inquired, his eyes sparkling. Bearskin blinked as she kept her arms around the woman, shaking her head.
"Um, as the attacker or as the victim?"
"I am honestly imagining you attempting to climb up my back and choke me out like a mad little spider monkey and that makes me beyond happy." Savage teased, this sentence using more words than he had presented from the night before. He still seemed quiet, but at least in Hawthorne's eyes, he was opening up.
"Oo! That's a good idea. I might need to use someone to help me discover what to do if that happens. At least not to me." Bearskin hummed as she waited for Reaper to attempt to get out of the grasp, finally squirming out as she hummed and glanced down to her own shoes.
"Okay. So maybe heels can be fashionable and life saving. I will look into them."
"And it makes it easier to attack brood over there." Bearskin teased, jerking her thumb in his direction as he shrugged, running his fingers along Stitch's fur, who observed the humans happily.
"I'd rather not test that out."
Hawthorne finally whistled lowly, smiling at his employees as he gestured to their seats. Bearskin still appeared uneasy around the large beast, but Reaper seemed to be content as the creature sniffed at the soles of her shoes. She reached down underneath the table to give the creature scratches upon his head, cooing lightly "Buen bebe dulce." She popped back up from under the table, just in time to catch a stray, pale and freckled hand upon her hair. Hawthorne glanced up to notice Noble plopping wordlessly next to Reaper, eyes tired as he laid his head upon her shoulder.
"Apologizes in advance Reaps. I won't speak. I just need some...Reaps. Right now." He nearly slumped into her form, which she didn't argue against. Rather, she shrugged her shoulders upwards to slide him partially off, but allowed him to rest upon her arm. Her fingers went up to mess with his hair.
"Tired?"
"Beaten down." Without another snide comment, Noble fell silent. His eyes simply remained glued upon the projection, where Hawthorne was beginning to set up his presentation.
"Thank you for all meeting with such short notice. We have been getting reports of two major criminal activities in recent days, first, a small gang of men and women alike who simply appear to be attacking at random, mostly for mugging purposes. There have been some reports of beating, no sexual or murderous motivations seem to be present. We do not want this to escalate any further, for each attack they have grown brazen. Last victim reported was a fifteen year old boy, who was lucky enough to have had a small utility knife upon him at the time. He identified his attacker as a white male, with a crescent scare along his cheek. We assume they will be roaming the streets tonight for a new victim, and we recommend that the team assigned to this case practice patience, but be willing to guard in case an attack occurs. We have a general area where we can assume they will be, and we assume the area in the next picture is where they nest." He clicked the remote and motioned to the next picture, a small, abandoned park where it was obvious that someone had made their residence not too long ago. Needles, evidence of tents and blankets, as well as, not to be surprised, a wallet which was remarkably similar to that of the wallet stolen from the previous victim. There were other signs as well, and Hawthorne knew very well that these people, while most likely intoxicated, were indeed comfortable. Remains of hearty meals scattered the area. He swallowed "We have predetermined who is to work this case specifically, due to skill sets, and of course, slightly newer members. Noble, Bearskin, and...uh, I don't believe she has been given a name yet, our lovely new member and hero will be joining them on this adventure. Now on to the next piece."
He slid to the next slide, a picture of a woman in a white dress with a masquerade mask filling the screen. It was obvious she was flipping off whoever had taken the picture, her demeanor otherwise cool and calm. "This is a villain we have classified as Ceres. Ceres is a menace among the community, and so far has been confirmed of several robberies and assaults upon questionable characters in the city. As far as we know, her powers revolve around plants and growing vegetation. She is also known to have created poison, so those who are this team must practice caution. She is very dangerous, and we assume she is going to lurk the streets tonight. We can only assume when she may attack, and she does not seem to have a place of residence. We know she prefers the quieter parts of town to stir up trouble. The team handling Ceres is going to be Reaper, Savage, and Night Owl. Each team will be given panic pagers in case of emergency, and it will pin point the location to all other pagers. Including the one we have here. A brief warning, do not press more than one pager at a time. The system still has bugs. So if there is one emergency with three people, only one person press the pager. We are going to be heading out soon for these missions, but I require that you ask questions, comments or concerns. I'd also recommend you speak to your team members before hand and get some strategies out in the open before going full force. Now, any questions?"
Nigel "Joseph" Hawthorne
"Daddy ~ Dad? Dad! Dad!" Hawthorne's eyes flickered open as he felt a continuous poking in his right shoulder, his brow pinching in the discomfort of the crude awakening. Then that is when he recalled. He stayed up all night at the headquarters in order to make sure electrical and mechanical functioning was put back on line. He never did make it home. The worse thing was...
He didn't recall falling asleep. Now before him was his own daughter, who should have been in her morning college course instead of lumbering over him as he slumbered. This did not surprise him, considering she was at the office more and more to make sure he was drinking his caffeine and wrapping himself in blankets when it became unbearably cold. He began to open his mouth to scold his only child, only to be interrupted by another voice soon after.
"Nigel. Your scheduled meeting is in about ten minutes. Some of the heroes are already here." Quincy Daniels explained, poking Hawthorne's forehead with the tip of his ball point pin, as if determining if Hawthorne was still alive and well. Hawthorne scowled briefly as he propped himself upon his elbows, his computer chair nearly swirling as he applied pressure to the soft leather. He blinked at his child than at his worker, both who were pointing their fingers and adjusting their sunglasses in unison. Hawthorne was not amused in this moment, his eyes narrowed and the corners of his mouth twitching in minor annoyance.
"Before I go anywhere why..."
"Don't worry Dad. I've got some free time for right now. Besides, you weren't answering your cell." She directed her outstretched finger to the cell phone lying feebly upon its side beside Hawthorne's empty tea cup. Her brow raised in disapproval. a small clack of her tongue against her teeth becoming audible to Hawthorne. "It's a good thing Quincy dear decided to let me in. If not you would have never made it to your meeting." She began to tug at her light blue beanie, her eyes shimmering as she produced a wide grin. "You better go check on your heroes daddy. I don't know how long they are gonna wait. Oh, and before you do go, are they nice to you?" Her eyes dimmed briefly, darkness invading her irises. Hawthorne sighed as he brushed back his hair, stuffing his cell into his vest pocket and adjusting his tie.
"Plenty. No worries. Now, I have a meeting to attend to. Get back to class before I take you." Hawthorne snapped his fingers, the area around him freezing temporarily. He sighed as he stacked his paperwork, puffing his cheeks as he examined to make sure everything was in place. The subject of this meeting was a woman who went by Ceres, a menace who decided to commit crimes such as robberies and minor vandalism. However, she was growing to be worse when it came to civilians, and while she was mostly harmless, she had made a group of men high off of a special plant that Hawthorne had yet to identify. It was very well assumed that those men may have had some horrible intentions towards women who were roaming the street, and that while Ceres may have done some good, she also had a lot of bad intentions under her sleeve. The sooner in custody, the better. He could also very well assume that Ceres had some information on the underground syndicate he was attempting to prove existed, and if he could get something out of her, the WPHO had a fighting chance to prevent any more deaths.
Hawthorne swiftly evacuated his office, his steps heavy and focused. He nearly forgot the feeling of his own two legs, the pressure of his nerves screaming against every step. He ignored it as he bustled into the conference room, plopping papers onto the table and preparing to set up the projector. Quincy had helped him before and he figured he could understand it no trouble. Hawthorne struggled briefly, concerned as he began to taste iron and was forced to snap back into reality. He noted that as he looked up into reality, that a few heroes had already indeed gotten there. Reaper and Bearskin seemed to be bonding in a bizarre way, while Savage was chuckling in his response as his beast watched. Noble, meanwhile, was no where to be seen for the moment.
"Alright. So, munchkin..."
"Says you shortstuff. Alright. So you've got your arms around me. What now?" Reaper inquired, her eyes flickering up to Bearskin, whose arms were very, very loosely placed around the woman's neck. "So, generally if I didn't have the mask on, I'd bite down. But that's a no no in this case. And let's say, theoretically, powers aren't going to work. Where is the better place to aim, nose, crouch, throat or feet?"
"If you can't reach the throat or nose, the tops of the feet are always a good place to stamp down on. Especially if you got a good length heel. I'd recommend in this case scenario for you to slam your head as hard into my nose as possible. If that doesn't work, stamp down on the feet. If you can, loosen my arms and attempt to get the elbow straight into my throat."
"Uh, right now?"
"I'd prefer to keep my nose intact. Alright, next position..."
"Do you mind if I try?" Savage inquired, his eyes sparkling. Bearskin blinked as she kept her arms around the woman, shaking her head.
"Um, as the attacker or as the victim?"
"I am honestly imagining you attempting to climb up my back and choke me out like a mad little spider monkey and that makes me beyond happy." Savage teased, this sentence using more words than he had presented from the night before. He still seemed quiet, but at least in Hawthorne's eyes, he was opening up.
"Oo! That's a good idea. I might need to use someone to help me discover what to do if that happens. At least not to me." Bearskin hummed as she waited for Reaper to attempt to get out of the grasp, finally squirming out as she hummed and glanced down to her own shoes.
"Okay. So maybe heels can be fashionable and life saving. I will look into them."
"And it makes it easier to attack brood over there." Bearskin teased, jerking her thumb in his direction as he shrugged, running his fingers along Stitch's fur, who observed the humans happily.
"I'd rather not test that out."
Hawthorne finally whistled lowly, smiling at his employees as he gestured to their seats. Bearskin still appeared uneasy around the large beast, but Reaper seemed to be content as the creature sniffed at the soles of her shoes. She reached down underneath the table to give the creature scratches upon his head, cooing lightly "Buen bebe dulce." She popped back up from under the table, just in time to catch a stray, pale and freckled hand upon her hair. Hawthorne glanced up to notice Noble plopping wordlessly next to Reaper, eyes tired as he laid his head upon her shoulder.
"Apologizes in advance Reaps. I won't speak. I just need some...Reaps. Right now." He nearly slumped into her form, which she didn't argue against. Rather, she shrugged her shoulders upwards to slide him partially off, but allowed him to rest upon her arm. Her fingers went up to mess with his hair.
"Tired?"
"Beaten down." Without another snide comment, Noble fell silent. His eyes simply remained glued upon the projection, where Hawthorne was beginning to set up his presentation.
"Thank you for all meeting with such short notice. We have been getting reports of two major criminal activities in recent days, first, a small gang of men and women alike who simply appear to be attacking at random, mostly for mugging purposes. There have been some reports of beating, no sexual or murderous motivations seem to be present. We do not want this to escalate any further, for each attack they have grown brazen. Last victim reported was a fifteen year old boy, who was lucky enough to have had a small utility knife upon him at the time. He identified his attacker as a white male, with a crescent scare along his cheek. We assume they will be roaming the streets tonight for a new victim, and we recommend that the team assigned to this case practice patience, but be willing to guard in case an attack occurs. We have a general area where we can assume they will be, and we assume the area in the next picture is where they nest." He clicked the remote and motioned to the next picture, a small, abandoned park where it was obvious that someone had made their residence not too long ago. Needles, evidence of tents and blankets, as well as, not to be surprised, a wallet which was remarkably similar to that of the wallet stolen from the previous victim. There were other signs as well, and Hawthorne knew very well that these people, while most likely intoxicated, were indeed comfortable. Remains of hearty meals scattered the area. He swallowed "We have predetermined who is to work this case specifically, due to skill sets, and of course, slightly newer members. Noble, Bearskin, and...uh, I don't believe she has been given a name yet, our lovely new member and hero will be joining them on this adventure. Now on to the next piece."
He slid to the next slide, a picture of a woman in a white dress with a masquerade mask filling the screen. It was obvious she was flipping off whoever had taken the picture, her demeanor otherwise cool and calm. "This is a villain we have classified as Ceres. Ceres is a menace among the community, and so far has been confirmed of several robberies and assaults upon questionable characters in the city. As far as we know, her powers revolve around plants and growing vegetation. She is also known to have created poison, so those who are this team must practice caution. She is very dangerous, and we assume she is going to lurk the streets tonight. We can only assume when she may attack, and she does not seem to have a place of residence. We know she prefers the quieter parts of town to stir up trouble. The team handling Ceres is going to be Reaper, Savage, and Night Owl. Each team will be given panic pagers in case of emergency, and it will pin point the location to all other pagers. Including the one we have here. A brief warning, do not press more than one pager at a time. The system still has bugs. So if there is one emergency with three people, only one person press the pager. We are going to be heading out soon for these missions, but I require that you ask questions, comments or concerns. I'd also recommend you speak to your team members before hand and get some strategies out in the open before going full force. Now, any questions?"