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Vera & Dirk [Entering Safehouse]

Confused. She was definitely confused as to how he knew the way to the safehouse. Well... someone had probably told him? ... Then her intervention was pointless. She had just introduced herself as an idiot and a creeper who stalks the woods, all for nothing. ...Haaah. He even took the lead. ... That was fine. Vera wasn't very good at leading anyways. Though watching him, Vera felt bitter enough to complement herself on not hitting her head on a tree. And then she felt guilty right after.

When Vera's legs had started to get sore, they had made it to the safehouse. ... Seriously, why did these... things inside her feel it necessary to keep fatigue and pain? It wasn't like they could even get exhausted or anything... Then the guy made a completely selfish decision to have her lead the way in. ... Did the place really look that bad? ... Or maybe he was actually giving the opportunity to save face by looking like she had led the way? Well, either case... "Uh... It's not like I actually know anyone there. I just got there yesterday and woke up a few hours ago and... Ok." There wasn't a point to complaining at all, really. They were both new. She was just... there a day ahead. Besides, he had actually... lead the way to the safehouse. Though Vera was sure it was possible she would have found it again on her own, eventually.

Taking a deep breath and puffing up with false pride, Vera strode to the door and pushed them open. "Okay! I brought someone!" ... Of course, Vera's little declaration was well overpowered by the creaking and groan of the old door as it swung inwards. 'A defense mechanism.' That was her first thought. Her second thought was that no one cared enough about the damn door to oil its hinges.
 
Maribeth - Safe House

"Thank you." Maribeth had smiled after the girl spoke and offered to help her, willingly putting her arm over Katya's shoulders. "This is really kind of you. I am sorry for what happened back there though." Her voice faded as she neared the end of her sentence, her explanation not fully coming out.

Once they were back on the third floor, Maribeth didn't even notice whoever was in the room. All she could see was bits and pieces since her vision would fade to black.

"Thank you." The feeling of a soft mattress welcomed Mari in one of her bursts of unconsciousness. She regained awareness as if on cue and smiled as she was left to rest, the comforting words of food and headache pills placing a tired grin on her face. She didn't know how long she was out; a couple of minutes? Maybe a few hours? Time seemed to be warped as she zoned back in to reality at the sound of a familiar voice. She fought to open her eyes and sighed when she saw the food and pills, forcing herself to sit up slightly. She thanked the young man quietly as she took the aspirin and downed them, followed by a bit of juice. She broke off a few pieces of the bread as Julius sat down near a desk and ate them before letting herself back down on the bed. When he began talking, Mari frowned and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Talk about what, Jules?" She continued listening to her friend as she hugged the pillow and nodded at the following statement. "Of course, Julius. Anything. You know you can count on me to be there for you. What is it? What exactly is going on?"

Too tired to sit up, she continued to lay on the bed and watch as the emotions changed on Julius's face.

"Have you thought about... the House, at all?"

The question sent Maribeth on a painful trip down a memory lane she had tried to repress as best as she could. Her eyes closed as she relieved every horrid moment but she maintained her composure, probably because she was too exhausted to show any other emotion on her face. "I try not to." Her eyes remained closed as she spoke, fearing that if she opened them, the tears would spill, or Julius might be able to see through her. "I try to always have something on my mind whenever I'm awake. I try keeping my mind busy with thoughts of where I'm going to go next. Where I'm going to train, how I'm going to train. Sometimes I think about my father. What's his next move going to be. If he's found my mom and my sister. I think about you as well. If you're okay. And I think about Diego. My concern for him usually keeps me from thinking about other stuff most of the time. I care too much about him which makes it easy for me to forget about the House. I just think about the happy moments." Maribeth paused as she thought about what had happened earlier and took a deep breath, only exhaling slowly after a few seconds. She imagined she probably looked like she had fallen asleep to Julius, but after her thoughtful pause, she continue talking. "But when I'm asleep I can't control the dreams. I see the bloody house in almost every dream. I wake up screaming often. There's times where I've attacked people while I'm unconscious." She couldn't help it as a couple of tears streamed down her face and she quickly wiped them away, taking a few more deep breaths to calm herself.

After yet another moment of silence, she opened her eyes to look at Julius, giving him a small, but warm, and reassuring smile. "Tell me what's on your mind, Jules. You can trust me with whatever."
 
Julius - Safe House

He stayed silent and listened to Mari, saying nothing and letting her pour out her words, concerns and fears. When tears escaped her eyes he easily looked away, avoiding making any reference to it at all; he knew Mari would hate it if he coddled her in the same way he would the reverse. When she had gathered her thoughts and managed to calm herself, Mari asked him a question he had planned his answers but found he had no idea where to start; such were the complicated strings his mind had tangled between nearly everything going on around them. His starting place was solved when the apparition of the blonde girl approached and sat casually on the end of the bed, levelling her glowing green eyes at him with a piercing stare.

"Yes, Jules. You can trust her. You know you can. So what are you so afraid of?" She grinned, pointing at him in answer and he looked away, observing the opposite wall with acute fascination to block out her voice but it found a way to penetrate his thoughts as clearly as if he was paying her full attention. "Why don't you start with how useless you are, that you can't even finish what you set out to do? Which you've barely begun to do?"

Julius closed his eyes and leaned forwards in his chair, rubbing his temples; he had found it sometimes made these inner-demons or whatever the materialisations represented disappear, although more often than not it just simply allowed him to organise his thoughts properly which was what it did now. The blonde girl was still there but now watched with keen interest as Julius looked back up at Mari with exhausted eyes.

"About the House. I think it's clear we're all suffering from PTSD. You and I respond subconsciously with fear but are still in control. Diego... I think he's given into it. He can't distinguish between friend or foe anymore. That's partly why I riled him up before, to see how easy the switch was to flip. Even with you he's... hostile." He interlaced his fingers in front of him to form a platform and laid his chin on them. "But that's only part of it... for me anyway. I need you to ask you something that might seem odd but you need to respond seriously. Okay?" He waited for her reply before pointing at the blonde girl.

"There's a blonde girl sitting at the end of your bed, bright green eyes and about my height. Can you see her?" Again, he waited for her reply but it was much as he expected. He looked down at the desk, resting his forehead against the palm of his hand in a mix of shame and embarrassment. "I see people like her everywhere, people who don't exist. I hear things when there is nothing to actually hear and mistake people I know well for people I've never met. My mind plays tricks on me and sometimes I fear everything around me from the people to insects to inanimate objects, as if everything is out to get me." He looked back up at Mari, feeling relief at finally being able to reveal his secret to someone, although in secrecy; the entire conversation he had been pushing a tightly controlled current of air around the entire room so that no sound escaped to anyone outside.

"I have schizophrenia, Mari. I probably always had it but before the House I had that regenerative power, remember? Alexis worked out it was linked to my eyes somehow, it's still fuzzy science. When they took my eyes I couldn't heal myself as much anymore and now that power has gone... so I can no longer heal my own mind any longer. Two months ago Ali came back and found me talking to a builder who wasn't really there; I'd had phone conversations where I never dialled or the phone never rang to organise his visit. I can't trust myself to help people the way I used to so I need to ask you a favour, Mari. I'm so, so sorry."

Never before had Julius felt so helpless, never had he had to ask for help in this way; it felt like was begging as he revealed that both his mind as well as his body were no longer able to be relied upon by himself, let alone anyone else. He looked away from Mari again, trying to form words in his mouth properly but every part of him tried to stop his own mouth from putting such a burden on a close friend; his heart told him he could still do it but his mind knew he couldn't.

"I need you to lead them, Mari. I can't, not when I see enemies in every corner and see people who don't even exist except in my own mind. I didn't want to put any pressure on you or anyone but - I'm just so sorry..."
 
Emma ran surprisingly fast for someone who hadn't slept in over 24 hours. Even still, each step was heavy and exhausting; but she knew they were close behind... The were close behind and they would catch her if she gave in to the exhaustion. That couldn't happen; she'd been running for a week without them even touching her. The girl stumbled and fell to the ground, but rolled on her side and simply got back up and continued running. She had to run faster than the police could aim their weapons and fire the shock rounds that every Empowered feared.

Most people would be hindered by the cold, but Emma's body was immune to it. She enjoyed the cold, actually. It felt good; natural...

She ducked into an alleyway, her feet turning with well-tuned agility. The gi looked for her options, but she could hear the pound of the men's boots. She could hear their yells to each other, and that sent fear down her spine. She wasn't going back to the prison. Not after the luck she'd had so far... She'd escaped without immediate notice, but then the prison had sent out an APB to warn the authorities of her escape.

The city of Brooklyn was big, but not big enough to hide her right now... She'd have to be smart about her escape now. A dumpster sat at about the middle of the alleyway, but past it was a large metal door. She ran towards the door, holding her hands up. Relaxing, she inhaled, her palms beginning to form myst. Then, a rapid beam of ice shot from her hands. The ice struck the handle of the door and she froze the handle until it was well covered. She then reared back and slammed the frozen area with her right foot, breaking it open with a loud bang.

Quickly, Emma ran to the dumper, quietly lifting the dumpster lid. She climbed in and closed the lid just as the boots turned the corners. A baritone voice rang from one of the three men. "The door." One of the men swore, and Emma heard the heavy footsteps as they went to the door. "She froze the door... go around front, Harrison."

The sound of their boots faded as they ran and took the bait. Giving them no time to realize they'd been played, Emma jumped from the dumpster. She turned and sprint down the hallway, checking both sidewalks for any signs of her pursuers. When she was confident that she was safe, Emma took off across the street, hoping to find at least temporary safety.
 
GM Post.
Patrol Team Delta - Train Station

It was approaching midnight and all the Empowered in Brooklyn knew what that meant; at least all those who had been there for any length of time. The newcomers... well, they had to find out for themselves if they had not been lucky enough to secure a patron or other protection before fleeing to the flimsy stronghold of the Unnaturals. Trains ground to a halt without warning, often far from any station, and were searched ruthlessly by guards rappelling down from helicopters; top of the line scanners, which detected the unique brainwaves Empowered exhibited, allowing them to rudimentarily distinguish Empowered from Normals and either subdue or incapacitate the suspects for further certification at a secure location. Elsewhere the net tied around Brooklyn as the unofficial No-Man's land was invaded by swarms of specialised teams.

Now was when the Shock Troopers arrived. Empowered trained specifically to hunt their own kind and loyal to the government, they were ruthless in subduing their brethren for what could only be the 'greater good' of humanity; rebels against the state the lawless Empowered fugitives were merely rebels and had to be put down. Or so the propaganda went.

Team Delta, comprised of two dozen troopers with three support teams situated nearby for immediate relief, sought to seize control of the Train Station and so, just before the strike of midnight, their armoured humvees screeched to a halt just outside and the men barrelled out of the vehicles. Anyone in the area was a suspect and was seized to be scanned, if there was any doubt then they were pushed to the ground and if they ran they would be shot; that was how every operation had gone in the past and that was how it would go tonight.

A young man and woman, in the age range most populated by Empowered, caught the attention of one pair of the team and they approached them with weapons at the ready.

"Hands in the air and await testing. If you run you will be shot."

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Alexis (GM Postage Still) - Safehouse

Apparently everyone else was occupied - at least that was how it seemed when Alexis arrived at the safehouse conference room. She appeared in a shower of sparks and glanced around, the cupboard was open and a few of the bedding packs had been taken so a few people had clearly arrived and judging by the growing activity in the area a few more might yet that evening. With a glance at her watch, and after calculating the time zone difference, she realised that now was the time the government operation to secure the area really kicked off; it was a bad time for Julius to be busy but if he wasn't waiting for her in the conference room then he had other matters to attend.

The short blonde girl walked out of the room, nearly bumping immediately into someone she didn't recognise from the day before.

"Ah, new arrival? There's bedding in the cupboard in there and some dried foods, grab some and find a room to stay in. There'll be a meeting later on for everyone to get together so try not to fall asleep. I'll see you later." She patted the girl on the soldier and then moved on, sensing the electrical signals emanating from another heart beating and... something else. They had just entered the building and soon a voice rang out; she recognised that as the voice of the girl who had arrived the day previously.

Vera? I think that was it.

Alexis approached the two and nodded in greeting to Vera; they had met very briefly the day before.

"Welcome back, I see you brought a friend. Do you remember where the bedding's kept? The conference room if you forgot, just down there. Choose whichever room you feel suits you best, they're all pretty standard fair right now but it's better than being on the run out there, especially right now. We'll have a group meeting a little later so I'll come collect you, 'kay?" She nodded, barely giving the two time to agree before she looked away, as if seeing something far off, and then disappeared in another shower of sparks.

Back in the conference room down the hall she glanced around before walking over to Julius' laptop and opening it. When faced with the security firewall she grimaced; he had deliberately set it up so that only one of his intellect could get into the machine. Rather than a standard, hackable password set up he had made a 'problem solving' task with several layers of difficulty. Rather than risk whatever security protocols he had put in place in the event someone failed to get in, she shut the laptop back down and went over to the small generator concealed in an unobtrusive box unit.

The building was powered by the machine, feeding off the national grid, but the two-step layout meant that the power consumption of the building went unnoticed. That, and she had put so many misdirections into the provider's database that the building was completely masked. Satisfied her provisions were still in place, she returned to the two in the corridor in a more conventional manner.
 
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Brooklyn - Bed Stuy​

"Great..." Atticus grumbled with a strong dash of sarcasm as he pulled himself onto the fire-escape and followed Diego and the girl. "I've always wanted to trust my safety to a bunch of cats." A few flights of stairs up and the trio found an open window, or rather they found a window that was broken open permenantly. Carefully sliding throught the shattered pane, Atticus's nose wrinkled at the stink of mold; and of worse things; but accepted that they had no other options left. "Truly this is the high-life..." Walking carefully down the hallway until his eyes could adjust to the darkness, his shoes hit the carpet with an audible 'squish. It was a small, classical style sort of building; all narrow halls and rows of doors; though it looked like it openend up into some sort of entrance space about halfway down, elevators perhaps. Atticus listened carefully, his senses stretching out to search for any sign of life, but he couldn't detect any heartbeats nearby. The last thing they needed was to escape the night police only to run straight into some psycho empowered squatter.

"Good..." He said aloud, trying the first door and finding it locked. He let the strings of blood do the work, slipping in and stripping the lock of its internal components. Atticus wasn't so precise as to actually pick the lock, he couldn't yet manage such fine movements with his blood, but he was certainly able to cut everything apart inside the lock itself leaving the door and frame undamaged. Trying the door again, the handle turned but the door wouldn't budge; stuck within the warped frame, most likely; and so with an annoyed sigh and while avoiding the eyes of the two others Atticus put his shoulder against the wood and pushed.

Locked doors meant one of two things: either the apartment had been abandoned and was relatively untouched or...

He pushed the stubborn door open but immediately fell back with a gag at the assaulting stench of decay and rot. With one arm over his nose and mouth, he yanked the portal shut with a stream of curses. The second reason for a locked door was that the original owner never left, at least not in the physical sense of the word. "Let's try one at the other end of the hall..." Atticus said with a frown, still coughing lightly from the taste of bile in his mouth.
 
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Vera & Dirk [Safehouse]

A friend. Friend. Ahahahahaahahahoohhiihehahaahahaha "Yeah, I remember-" hahohohaaahahahiihahhahahahehehah "Thanks. See ya." Ahhhhhaaaa....

The shower of sparks made her jump out of her delusional self-pity, and she literally spazzed backwards. So uncool. "... Still scares me." She muttered. Meeting with other empowered only confirmed Vera's belief that she had been stuck with the worst of draws when it came to powers. Though considering her life, she expected and deserved no less. The woman turned towards the new guy she had brought with him. "Ok friend, my name is Vera. Thanks for leading the way. Just ask if you ever need anything." She just stood there, scratching her right ear idly while awkwardly waiting for Dirk to make the situation less awkward. Though really, it was probably only awkward on Vera's part. After all, Dirk probably didn't have his childhood psychologist ask him to call them a friend. Well, the fact was Dirk probably didn't even have a childhood psychologist. Obviously.
 
Dirk - Safehouse - Vera

He followed into the safe house silently, afraid he might awaken a serial killer. Well, not really. Well, sort of. Dirk wasn't so scared of serial killers as he was of other people like himself. He sometimes forgot himself and referred to his kind (As strange as that still was to think) as Unnaturals, which he knew would offend most. It was a force of habit, one that he hadn't had much time to break. This world-- This Empowered world-- was so far outside the real of what he considered normal, that Dirk wasn't entirely sure he hadn't dreamt the whole thing up.

Heck, maybe he'd dreamt up having powers at all.

He was awed by the presence of Alexis. A real Empowered! Or, at least Dirk assumed so. Of course, the blindfolded girl also had a power, but this girl sounded so in charge. She graced them with her presence just long enough to give directions before leaving in a shower of sparks. If Dirk was awed before, his mouth practically dropped to the floor at that exit. He wanted that power. He wanted it bad. Whoever that girl was, he instantly decided that she was the coolest person he'd ever met.

"Just ask if you ever need anything," Dirk heard. It sounded distant, but after a moment he realised it was the blindfold girl talking. He tried to search his brain for what she'd just said, but all he could come up with was that she had said her name was Vera.

He waited for her to continue, or maybe even excuse herself, but she proceeded to stand and stare at him. Dirk, in turn, stood and stared at her. Eventually, he coughed and said. "Uh, I have a question..." He absentmindedly wringed his hands as he talked. "Did you perhaps see a girl out in the woods? Dark skin, dreadlocks, purple eyes...?"
 
Sean was about to say something to Yolanda when a team of armed men burst into the station. He stood up instinctively with his legs spread out ready to fight. He changed his mind when he saw what he would've been up against, he had only run into these shock troopers once, he managed to escape then but that was a different situation. These weren't your hired guns looking for some cash, these were trained professionals with some serious gear. "Hey, guys no sweat we were just leaving." Sean said to the soldiers compliantly. Sean looked out the window of the train station nothing was close enough for him to trade with, he glanced over his shoulder at the old man in the station. Sean grabbed Yolanda by the wrist quickly and whispered "I've never done this before." While still looking at the old man. In an instant Sean and Yolanda had traded places with Finch. It wasn't incredibly far but it was just enough. Sean looked out the window where Finch had been and in another instant Sean and Yolanda were replaced with a trashcan.

Sean ran while still holding on to Yolanda's wrist, he didn't really have a plan as to where they were going but anywhere than where they were seemed like a better place. After a few minutes they eventually ended up on the edge of a small wooded area with a few apartment buildings on one side. Sean finally let go of Yolanda, took a few steps and threw up in front of a tree. He spit a few remnants out and wiped his mouth. "Sorry, we needed to get out of there." Sean said while waking over to her he looked around just in case they'd come, they probably show up soon enough. "If you've got any information on that safehouse, I wanna hear about it, we've waited way to long." Sean said clearly nervous that more soldiers would show up at any time.
 
Yolanda felt her stomach give a lurch as they traded with people and objects alike. Her vision swam a little and she stumbled as she ran, her limbs feeling heavy. Her brain was trying to make sense of what had just happened, the sudden change in environment dizzying.

Stopping at the edge of the woods, she adopted the same ill stance as Sean but managed to refrain from throwing up. Yolanda glanced up at him, breathing hard from the sudden exertion and her frayed nerves.

"It's...it's not far from here. Come with me." She breathed before standing up straight and moving further into the woods.
 
Faust watched as the girl teleported around quickly exposing her power to him as he smiled
leaning against the door frame "And you are correct. This is a place for safety of our kind,
though I am hoping that trouble finds us. Otherwise this will be a very boring..." he paused
for a moment as he almost said contract"...Adventure. As for your staying, I could care less I
am not here to hide. So if trouble follows, at least I will have some fun" He smiled looking at
her crossing his arms against his chest.

All the while he was focusing on his power, that passive sonar of his just barely able to
pick up the trio a distance away, mostly only the yelling of telekinetic one raving about some
such thing or another. He was lost for a moment as even for him he had to strain to listen as it
appeared yet more people were joining this party of theirs. "It seems it will be getting more
crowded around here"

He pushed off the wall and looked to the girl "Find a room, make yourself at home, cheers"
he said walking off back into his own room. Reaching out he went to listen in on Maribeth and Julius, but As he tried though he found it hard to hear, nothing
but the flowing of tight wind currents, "Clever" he said before pulling out his phone and
hitting the speed dial.

"what do you need faust" Jeremy answered on the phone
"It seems they have a hacker, someone patched them into the security cameras."
"Alexis yes"
"Well do you think you can hack Julius' computer?"
"Tried that, he has a good system. It appears I need to physically be their."
"We'll get you on the next flight"
"yea...no"
"We may need you, and we may need him."
"Are you sure about that"
"I have been in enough war zones to recognize when one brewing" His voice rose
"you sound excited"
"I am"


Hanging up he got up and walked out of his room. Seeing as he could hear the pitter patter of more empowered around the place. Stepping out he threw on his friendly charming little smile walking up to them "well it seems you all got here right in time, about time for the searches to start.' he said looking down to see alexis. He recognized her from her file as he bowed "Faust, pleasure to meet your acquaintance." He joined the little trio as he put his hands in his pocket as was his usual custom.
 
Maribeth - Safe House

Maribeth listened quietly to Julius, giving him the same respect that he had given her while she explained to him what it had been like and what she had been going through. As he pointed and told her what he saw at the foot of her bed, Mari's eyes snapped open and she forced herself to sit up, turning in the direction that he had pointed to. Nothing was there and she understood what he meant as he kept explaining himself.

After her friend finished his explanation, and asked her to lead their fellow empowered, Mari simply sat on the bed staring at him. She never thought of herself as a leader. If life was a movie she was just a supporting role, making an appearance here and there. The thought of responsibility and commitment scared her but she knew that it was inevitable, being one of the first Empowered to come out in public. She bit her lip as she thought momentarily, wringing her hands.

"Of course I'll do it." She had taken a good minute to answer him but either way she accepted without questioning him. Maribeth offered Julius a warm, reassuring smile and nodded. "I know you'll be here in case I need any help or if I have any questions. Please don't apologize, and don't worry. This stays between you and I." Maribeth slid to the edge of the bed and rubbed her temples gently as she tried to soothe the headache a bit more. "Those pills worked wonders. I'm dying to go to sleep but I won't sleep until everyone else does or until I know that everyone that is going to come for tonight is here. Is Diego still here?" She glanced at Julius before standing up and shrugging her black, leather jacket off. "I have to speak with him as well." She swayed slightly but after regaining her balance she continued to the door, opening it with a slight twitch of her finger. She needed to get out of the room. The sudden depression that had washed over her and level of intimacy that her and Julius had while sharing their stories made her feel as if the walls were closing in on her. She wasn't used to talking about her emotions or showing them too often, and would put on a happy façade for everyone to see.

"Diego?" Maribeth walked out the hallway and turned a corner, peeking into the rooms as she went by in search of him. She stopped quickly as her eyes fell on the newcomers and Alexis. "Oh. Hello, everyone.... Alexis! It's so nice to see you again!" She grinned as she walked over to Alexis's side and placed a hand on her shoulder as a sort of welcome. "I should probably introduce myself to the new ones. My name is Maribeth, but you can call me Mari." She smiled at the newcomers and looked over at Faust, giving him a slightly confused look, "What searches are about to start?"
 
Julius - Safe House

As she got out of bed and prepared to leave the room, Julius bowed his head and smiled weakly.

"Thanks, Mari. I'll help as long as I can. When Alexis is here she can give me treatment for the short term but if she's away I've only got my medicines and they... about halve my strength and send me into depression. With PTSD on top of that it's not a healthy mix so I try to avoid them." He followed her out of the room, his limp more pronounced now that he felt a weight had been lifted from his shoulder; he no longer had to try and mask the extent of his injuries quite so much. Outside several of the building's new inhabitants had gathered, Julius instantly recognised Faust, Vera and Alexis but did not recognise the two new boys. Alexis turned her head to him and subtly held up a hand, making it look like she was rubbing her side, with four fingers held up and the thumb deliberately folded in. She looked in turn at Faust, Vera and one of the new boys but did not at the other; the second was clearly a projection of Julius' condition.

Instead of joining them, Julius turned in the other direction and headed towards the stairs and the rooftop. Once out into the open air he found a level surface to sit on and let himself relax, closing his eyes and extending his consciousness out through the winds and following them everywhere; it was the one place his schizophrenia had not invaded yet and it was his last remaining 'safe place.'

Alexis - Safe House

"Hey Mari, long time no see." Although she had not spent a great deal of time, especially in the last six months, with any of Julius' friends, Alexis still considered them be among her closer acquaintances and possibly even friends; it was hard to trust anyone after the years she had spent on the run undermining the army's entire House of Powers operation. She was well aware that Maribeth had never trusted Bryan and while she understood her aversion to Julius' twin brother she could not help but react negatively in defence of her partner; that was the reason she had stayed away from everyone except the two Ragnarson brothers.

"I was going to head back to Bryan and Allister but I might stick around for a little longer. Things are little more... chaotic over here than we had planned." She had noticed Julius quietly slipping away from the others and assumed he had had the conversation with Maribeth about his illness. If they had more time then Alexis could do something about Julius' schizophrenia in the longer term but he still refused to abandon what he saw as his 'duties.'

'Pings' on her radar, sensing the electrical signals send by the movement of muscles, in the woods that were below much of the apartment building dragged Alexis from her reverie.

"Looks like there's a couple of more recruits about to arrive. I'll go roll out the welcome mat. Oh... and he's not here Mari. There were a few squads near him last I checked but he wasn't holding back. At all." She met the other woman's eyes to convey her meaning before disappearing in a flash of light and a shower of sparks, reppearing at the base of the building with the woods in front of her. She waited by the entrance for the two to arrive, making sure they were not being followed by any one they wouldn't want to know about the safe house.
 
The Safehouse, Brooklyn, New York

"It seems it will be getting more. Find a room, make yourself at home, cheers."


Akiko watched as the man walked back into his room, the door closing shut behind him. She looked around. Which room should I take? She turned back and tried the door behind her. It was unlocked and swung open for her to go through. The room was a cozy looking apartment, not as spacious as her own apartment, but it had a kitchen, a bedroom, a bathroom and a living room with a T.V. to kill time while she waits. It's good enough for her. And it looks like there may have been someone who lived here too, judging by the leftover dirty dinner plate on the coffee table . Akiko figured they might not come back, but she hoped they at least had a place to stay until the next day. For now, she could lounge around as if it were hers.

As a new resident in this safehouse apartment, the first thing she should do was find something to eat. Akiko immediately crossed the apartment to the fridge and squealed with glee at the sight of a full fridge. Thank goodness these people keep their units well stocked. Akiko grabbed a carton of milk, some bread, cheese and meat and made herself a sandwich.

Munching on her snack and glass of milk in hand, Akiko sat at the table, turning on the T.V. The news was on, and their main story showed what looked like a helicopter that fell in the lake.

"Officials call this tragedy the work of the Unnaturals," said the reporter. "It happened just after curfew when officers were chasing down a group of Unnaturals in the—"

Akiko tuned out the T.V after that. She wasn't up for listening to whatever crap the police had to say about Unnaturals right now.

As Akiko too the last bite of her sandwhich, she heard noise from outside the door, footsteps walking down the hall before growing quieter. Aah, so that's what he meant they were gonna get more. Akiko chuckled; maybe other than being able to manipulate the mind he can see into the future too. It seemed whoever those footsteps belong to were in the apartment beside hers as she could now hear voices coming through the wall. Akiko didn't bother to knock and warn them of their noise because they weren't too loud and she really wanted a nap. Pulling out a fresh, new blanket, Akiko curled on top of the couch and drifted to sleep within a matter of minutes.
 
Sean groggily followed Yolanda for a short ways, He hated that feeling of being sick, he hated running too, but being alive sounded better than whatever thoes shock troopers had in store for them. Sean occasionally glanced in either direction or would walk back wards for a few seconds to make sure they weren't right behind them. He had a feeling they'd come this way buy even if that was the case hopefully they'd be in place relatively full if empowered to fight back.

Sean turned around just in time to see a small flash not far from them, he glanced at Yolanda wide eyed for a second and shrugged. A few cautious steps later they were facing a girl who was standing outside a building.
Sean stopped walking and looked around quickly before looking at the girl. With the flash of light and the building he had a good feeling that this was the place. "Yo lady, tell me you got good news for us!" Sean said with a slightly raised voice, He was sure this was the place, but he didn't want to risk it.
 
The Nautilus, Dock in Gowanus Bay, New York.

Nikolai rose from the bunk he had fought for the night before, within the single cabin room he was in there were six others. Two elderly men, one woman, a man who appeared to be ill with something, and another boy Nikolai's age who was tough but not very strong. He had used his duffel for a pillow and upon getting the warning that the ship was soon to be inspected was preparing to flee in a hurry, he knew they would send officials in for a sweep of the ship likely with armed escorts. He also knew it was in the unnatural's best interest to be away from this ship as soon as possible. He watched as the sickly man did not move, he was paler than before, and appeared to have blood on his hands and mouth. He looked at the older gentlemen who were helping each other up and to get ready. He left the cabin in a hurry when he heard a man shouting in Polish, he didnt understand it but he knew the sounds of panic. He lept out the door and sprinted down the hall, he found the stairwell and climbed it quickly finding the top deck. He heard shouting from behind him and knew the officials had spotted him, no doubt they would find the dead man in his cabin as well.

Metal pinged against metal to the left and right of Nikolai, he looked behind him and saw two armed men rushing towards him. They were shouting in English and he made out a few phrases, "Stop or die," and something like "You dumb immigrant". He lept over the side of the cargo ship and fell down, he knew there would be water. What he did not expect was for it to be as cold as it was. As he slammed into the water he felt the rush of freezing water encircle him, the sensation was not unknown to him but nonetheless it was uncomfortable. He swam to the surface and when his head broke the water he felt his Mohawk fall wet in his face, he pushed it back and began swimming towards the dock. After ten minutes he found himself near the land end of the dock, he dug his claws into the concrete and found little footholds wherever he could, slowly climbing up. He was wet and cold and hungry, but he was on land. And he was happy. He walked through the bay area until he came across the edge of it and found himself on the edge of the Gowanus expressway. He watched as many cars zoomed past and even more honked, it was a fast moving road, and he had a stupid idea stuck in his head. He climbed over the guardrail and began running on all fours across the road, he cleared it in about 10 seconds, then sat in the median with a broad smile on his face, he looked at the north facing road and threw himself into it, propelling himself forward he found himself on the other side with several pedestrians staring at him like he was a maniac. He smiled and moved on. He found a subway tunnel and went inside, he embarked on a train on Prospect AV and rode it to 9th street. He hopped off and moved onto the 4th Av train heading towards the Prospect Park South West terminal. He made it there in about 2 hours and waited. He knew he would encounter them here, he knew those who would find him would find him here. He watched people pass by, none really giving him a second look. Until one woman, probably around 40, she sat down on the bench next to him. Her face was strange, slightly more masculine than it should've been, she looked at him with a sigh and reached into her bag. She held out a manilla folder and several things protruded under the cover. He took the folder and began to open it, but she slapped at his hands.

"This folder is only to be opened in private, take it somewhere safe first," She said, her voice was surprisingly deep.

"Are you really woman?" Nikolai said in broken English, he didnt care if it was offensive or not he was honestly more confused by this than why he would need a gun. The "woman" gave him a shocked look and walked away, she appeared to be faking angry... Nikolai shrugged off the weird courier because his package had finally arrived. He stuffed it in his duffel and began walking towards Bartel-Pritchard Square. He sat on one of the benches and opened the package, inside he spotted a newer phone but clearly a prepaid, a .38 extended barrel revolver. He quickly tucked it into the back of his belt line. He saw a wallet and opened it, it held several American bills, he counted two hundreds 5 twenties and 10 tens. Totaling $400, he also saw an ID, it had his face and his name. The quality was impressive but if you looked closely enough it was noticeably fake. He reached into the bag and found an address written on a piece of paper, with some typed up notes.

'Be aware, I can no longer help you after this point Nikolai, you have the address of a safehouse used by people like yourself. Take care in who you trust my friend. ~Midas'

Nikolai smiled and made his way to the address, the .38 rested uncomfortably on his back, he wasnt a huge fan of firearms but it would likely become a necessary tool in his survival. He hopped on a train and headed to the address, he arrived there around 6pm. He stood outside the main door, he let out a few loud knocks on the front door and waited. He brought his pistol above his jacket in the event he would need it and waited.
 
Brooklyn - Bed Study​

"Great. I've always wanted to trust my safety to a bunch of cats."

Haylee frowned at that comment. Didn't this guy know of all the sharp senses a cat owns and the use they could be to us? So, instead of getting mad at the guy, she just huffed.

"Well, don't worry, honey. Once I get out of this mess you won't have to trust your safety to a bunch of cats." Her voice left with a tone of heavy sarcasm, just reaching an angry hiss by the end of the sentence. She let him lead the way to the inside of the building, the voices of animals and insects multiplying suddenly in her head. Fuck. She thought as a headache started to battle into her head. There was only one reason to this absurd amount of rats, cockroaches, maggots, fuck, even ravens.

"What the fuck are you do-" Haylee almost threw up when the sickening smell of rotting meat invaded her nostrils. She covered her nose and mouth while trying to keep whatever she had eaten that day inside her stomach, she also scowled at the guy that pushed the door open, just because she could. That putrid smell only proved what she had thought earlier. With her mouth still covered, she walked down the hall, not even looking at each door when, suddenly, she stopped in front of one.

"This one." And without any warning, she opened the door with just a little bit of force. The room was old, dirty, ragged, but there was no sign of any rotting corpse, which was good, extremely good.

 
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Brooklyn - Bed Stuy - abandoned apt.​

Atticus rolled his eyes at the girl's retort, though it was probably too dark for her to notice. Clearly she was sensitive about the alley-cats; maybe she empathized with the mangy things? Following her down the hall he slid past her into the room and, after giving it a quick once over, wrinkled his nose at the place. He knew it was the best they'd find; and it was thankfully free of corpses; so he let the duffel bag fall to the carpet with a soft thud, rubbing the part of his shoulder that the strap had been wearing raw.

The young man moved to the dust-covered window and gave it a small rub of his sleeve, peering out into the night. It was all quiet now, eerily still for one who remembered the bustle of city life before the Civil War, and he could just barely make out the lights of Manhattan in the distance. "So is finding uninhabited rooms part of you power?" He muttered sarcastically as he glanced back at her with a smirk. "You can call me Blake, by the way."
 
Brooklyn - Abandoned Apt.
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As the other slid past her, Haylee gave one last glance at the hall, before entering the apartment and closing the door behind her. She started looking at every possible corner, looking for anything that might be out of order. Apparently satisfied, she patted the dust out of an old sofa and threw herself on it, lazily stretching on it.

Haylee huffed a laugh at the other's obviously sarcastic question, thinking about how this room had considerably less cockroaches and maggots than the others.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that. I can also lay on dirty ass sofas without getting sick. Awesome, huh?" She replied equally sarcastic, though the part about the sofa wasn't actually a lie. When you had to live on the streets for the whole of your life, you developed unique skills like this one and eat old food without sickening. "I'm Heather. Not so nice to meet ya." She lied. Like hell she would tell her real name to a strange who, apparently, didn't like cats. Annoying ass guy.
 
Yolanda stopped walking, standing by Sean. She gave him a harsh jab in the ribs at his less than stealthy approach. "What are you doing? You have no idea if we're in the right place or not."

She set him with a glare, her stance once again tense. Yolanda started to think that, perhaps, she had chosen the wrong traveling companion.
 
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