People come and go as easily as ever. Under the utopia they keep calling "ARC" there's a district that a lot of people tend to avoid.

The aptly named "Warp underground" was just the sort of place he loved to haunt. Cramped in some shitty little underground piping route aching off down a series of abandoned corridors towards the ARC master power generator, the underground played host to dozens of shady merchants. Some dealt in pornographic Bionic-R simulations and others shifted around selling petty things like mech parts to Slits. It was a ghastly business.
Septh was different.
What he sold no one else in ARC was willing to dabble in. The merchandise he managed to get his hands on was the sort of shit that got people killed topside. But from his perspective, whatever happened, happened. He kept to himself this particular night though. Creepy things kept happening on the surface and the gossip was floating around the Warp underground like an airborne virus.
"--azy shit! They keep appearing out of nowhere! Big towers of just gathered up junk moved from clear across the city, no one can explain it!"
He listened to the loud harking of a semi-familiar face from across the market and perked a brow watching over the swarm of the crowd as the guy tucked another merchant close in his company trying to keep their conversation to themselves. It wasn't working.
"Has to be the work of those things they're calling Slits."
One of the grime riddled vendors nodded his dark head and leaned in closer, rapt on the information. "I've heard of em. Some sort of Digital Apocalypse gang, right?"
Septh couldn't stop the bemused smirk that tugged on his lips with that description and rolled his eyes with a blown out breath. A gang was one way to put it...
"No! No! They gotta' be more than that. Rumor has it some of them can teleport whole buildings clear across the city!"
Sapphire eyes cautiously sliding back in the gossipers' direction, he felt his brows knitting together. Well, that was something new. He'd never heard of Slits being able to do all that...Were they a new sort of creation? From his understanding, Slits were just...

Her lips moved so slowly tasting the words for all their elegance as they drifted off her tongue to echo in the massive chamber. "Dolce Marquin."
Her voice carried and faded caught somewhere among the scatter candlelight and aged stone pillars. This place was...a haven. DEMA smiled contently dragging her fingertips along the soft fabrics of her gown. In the wake of her touch, the velvet smoothed and lengthened to a black silk changing from its original crimson hue. The pattern of the once average garment morphed to wrap itself in masterfully sewn layers of ruffles and laces that had not existed before. Such a thing was a regular happening for her and she turned in her place, small, bare feet slicking across the cold limestone. The window she so loved in all its towering glory was a glowing portal to the world beyond her sanctum. The writhing, wriggling, chaotic mass of a purely mechanized city was putrid to her somehow. Unlike her domain, ARC was a city of electronics and buzzing things that defied gravity and the elements. It was a paradise for the technology of a purely dependent people.
She blinked at herself and reached up to clutch the patch of unchanged red velvet still cresting her heart with a deep frown. "Is this...hatred?"
Before her thought could venture to respond to the verbal inquiry, the softest rustling at her back alerted her to the arrival of a new guest.

A heavy chain shot forward, sweeping the feet out from under the fleeing man, he scrambled to his feet as a shadow from behind advanced on him. The man turned to run again, only to be thrown against the side of the steel wall by a backhand slap as his assailant jumped to his position. He slid to the ground gazing up in fear.

Alexandria steeped forward, metallic claws sliding from the fingertips of what was once her left hand while the long chain was retracted into the folds of the overcoat she wore over her dress.
remember, this one has to remain sane. she told herself, grinning.

"Now then, you have something that I want" She whispered to the man lifting him up by his chin, "I trust I don't need to explain to you what will happen if you don't give it to me?" The man nodded.
"Good, now tell me, where-"

She was cut off by the distinctive tramp of approaching the Approaching Law Enforcement. Alexandria sighed, the young slit really couldn't afford to be noticed at a time like this. In a blur the man's left index finger was gone, a little reminder, not completely necessary, but she didn't really care about such trivialities. If the Enforcement brought the man to a hospital he should make a full recovery; he probably wouldn't. The underground police weren't known for their benevolence.

With a tightening of the correct muscles Alexandria leapt back out of the alleyway as the attachments on her feet slammed into the ground and with a whirl she disappeared back into the crowd.

The woman frowned, the claws weren't retracting like they were supposed to, the correct button was hit and the blades fell to the ground, leaving a life like mechanical hand where they had once been. It was troublesome, Alexandria wouldn't be able to return home as soon as she'd like. A few more cooperative slits would need to be found first. Hooking up her machines to her mind was troublesome work but it was better than loosing ones sanity.

((OOC: Sorry if this was hard to understand, kind of had to do it in a hurry :P can you tell me if it makes sense?))

Simon West - Sialli Noturus

"Hit me." Simon looked at the table wide-eyed as the dealer flipped over the card and he busted. He looked with a half-grin and appeared to be dazed. As the Dealer went to see if he was alright, Simon's head slammed on the table. A Security Guard approached the Table, asking the Dealer what happened. "He busted. Now he's in the hole by about three thousand." The Guard walked over to Simon and put his hand on his shoulder. "Your going to pay back every cent." Simon quickly sat up and looked off to his right, pointing in amazement. "My God! He's got a card in his sleeve." The brief second the Guard used to look was all Simon needed as he went barreling through the door and into the nightclub. The Guard gave chase but it was too late, Simon had disappeared into the sea of people. He exited through the main door of the club and began casually walking down the street. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of his favorite brand of cigarettes, Garbol's Original Cut. He shook it a little and a single cig came up just enough for Simon to pull it out with his mouth. He shielded the flame of his lighter from the wind and took a deep puff. Placing the lighter back in his left pocket, he decided to walk back to the office rather than take the Train.

His cigarette fell out of his mouth as he stared blankly at the "For Rent" sign of his apartment/office. "Sorry Kid, I can only put off rent collection for so long before I take action." Simon looked at his Landlord, unable to really say anything. "Can I at least get my stuff?" The Landlord scratched his chin and nodded, Simon not really waiting for approval as he walked inside the building. His office was essentially just on large room with a desk on the opposite end of the door. A metal staircase behind the desk led up to a small room only big enough for a bed and dresser. A couch sat up against the wall to the right side of the door and a fridge on the left. This time however a nicely dressed blond women was sitting on the couch. "Can I help you, Miss..." The women held up her hand. "Names aren't important. I have a job for you. Complete it and I'll pay your rent. Hell, I'll buy you the building." Simon looked at her confused expression and all. He shut the door and began walking over to her. "Alright, I'm listening."


Arthur West - Warp Underground

Arthur sat on a stool, his eyes closed as he calmly listened to his surroundings. He placed his hand on a nearby building base, the vibrations of all those around him echoing through his body. He removed his hand from the base and stood up. Arthur's black suit, long overcoat, and shiny leather shoes likely made him look a little out of place. Though this is what he needed if he was to find his target. Though he had been a Slit for over five years, he was still not well-known by even those who knew what Slit's actually were. His existence was almost a non-existence since the battle with his brother. He looked at his hand and smiled. He was different now. He had more control over his abilities than he ever thought possible and when he finds his brother he intends to show him every bit of it. He recalled the description he had received of the one known as Septh. Apparently if anyone would be able to locate the Electronics Master, it was him. Wandering through the Merchant Quarter, he listened in on every conversation he heard, looking for any clues to the whereabouts of the Merchant Septh. "I've heard of em. Some sort of Digital Apocalypse gang, right?" Arthur stopped misstep and listened closely. "No! No! They gotta' be more than that. Rumor has it some of them can teleport whole buildings clear across the city!" Arthur pushed the bridge of his shades up, focusing in on someone who fit the description of Septh. Without missing a beat and picked up his walking pace until he was close enough to the man. "Are you Septh?" A rather blunt question, but Arthur wasn't one for secrecy. He was told that if he found this women he could have any truth revealed and he had resolved at that moment to do whatever it takes to gain that favor.

James Turner:

"Leave the report of the desk will you" The head of security looked out over the city from high up in the government building in ARC Central as a rustling of papers confirmed that his will was carried out. He knew his city like the palm of his hand, and something was definitely amiss. Calls were coming back in almost hourly confirming that this was the case. Buildings and landmarks no longer matched their location on the maps. There were cases of strange viruses which were impossible to find, much less delete, infecting computers city wide, by even the most gifted hackers and most advanced ant-virus software. In one particularly disturbing event all the cities traffic, even airborne, had ground to a halt for 4 hours without any explanation before immediately resuming. Drivers had said that their cars had simply stopped moving.

He turned from the window and walked over to his desk lifting up the data slate from among the other papers on his desk. Sources on the ground said that these were blamed on things called "Slits" and a being identified only as DEMA, most of the investigators had disappeared soon after submitting their reports.

And just when he was beginning to get used to office life too. Looks like he'd have to go out in the field for this one. All the other officers who could handle this one were either missing (presumed dead it said) or on other cases too important to be abandoned. James turned over to the closet that stood along the wall left to the door. It slid open as he approached. Taking off his coat, he slid on a nearly skin tight vest, it's flimsy appearance was deceiving as to it's protective powers.

An hour later he was on his way to Zone 6 in an unmarked vehicle, one of the areas mentioned in the report. Any other place he couldn't risk without a team on standby, and this needed attention immediately.

A tingle of alarm bustled up his spine with the sudden inquiry that came seemingly in the middle of a conversation he hadn't remembered participating in. Blinking, Septh swiveled his head around to stare into the sheen of a pair of shades on an unfamiliar face. He felt the weight of suspicion curl his lips downward. "Depends on who's asking," he mumbled over the buzz of the shifting crowd. The merchant cast his eyes elsewhere on the man before him and noticed...
Shoes.
In a slightly incredulous fashion, he shifted his weight on his perch of old machine parts and jutted a long finger at the guy's feet. "Those look expensive," he said abruptly seeming to lose all formality. "You're not among the human classes are ya?" Humans couldn't afford such a snazzy get-up. Most of his like got stuck bartering all their hard earnings on electronics and the newest trends in the Bionic-R market. Things like clothing and personal image weren't exactly something to focus on when the gaudy reality you really desired was just a click away on some cyber cafe terminal.
Finally he looked away entirely instead putting the greater half of his attention on the people brushing by them. It would suck if others caught onto their conversation. "What do you need," he asked thinly, "and more importantly, what are you willing to give me for getting it to you?"

Arthur removed his shades, the dark red eyes behind them gleaming even in the Underground. Arthur carefully reached into his coat pocket so as to not draw suspicion from the man. "I'm looking for this woman." He pulled out a picture of a young, pale women with black hair and grayish blue eyes. "If you find her for me, or if you already know who she is, I'll give you anything you want." Arthur's words were precise and to the point. He wasn't a man to prattle on or engage in needless conversation. It didn't make him the most trustworthy-looking man to do business with, but it is who he is. "Please, I need to find her."

Septh threw his gaze over the picture with a perked brow. "She's cute," he sighed. Yeah. He'd seen her before. She was one of the Slits that roamed topside through Arc. Whether or not he was 100% willing to disclose that particular information to someone was still on debate. He struggled for a moment considering the offer. Anything he wanted, hm? The merchant folded his arms over the grungy black synthetic coat he'd removed from a tourist a while back and waved down a young woman in the middle of selling a laser targeting system to some scrub. When she'd waded through the crowds to meet up with them the smell of her lilac perfume was a rare tantalization to the men. "This is Dromida," he introduced them halfheartedly. He plucked the photo from his guest's hand and passed it smoothly into the woman's hold. "You saw this chick topside in the alleys near ARC central, right?"
The female nodded without removing her eyes from the image in her hand. "She's a devout to the Slit Union--an EM."
Septh removed the photo from her and replaced it in his visitor's care shooing the woman between them away. "There you have it," he said. "An Electronic Master hanging out near Arc Central." His expression turned nonchalant. "If you're going to hunt an EM I'd drag her out to a place where she can't access electronics. There's a dead zone near an old warehouse in Sialli. If you've got the wits to do so, I'd corner her there away from human traffic--you know how people love their cellphones."
scratching his chin he eyed the man who'd been so kind as to let him get a good look at his face without those shades. "As for payment, first one's on the house. Besides, I wouldn't want you warping something I still had good use for."

Alexandria Hall:

The lethal extensions of her body either discarded or retracted out of sight back into various natural looking metallic limbs, Alexandria made her way back through the crowd, flicking a clockwork beetle of her shoulder as she did so. She was proud of her creations, as long as she had the parts, the power of DEMA made putting them together child's play, but the goods she had gotten to make them were complete crap. Everything kept glitching out on her, the claws had only been the latest and it was only a matter of time before something more important broke down.

But all the good stuff is illegal dammit not that it bothered her, she just wouldn't be able to get at it alone without more information. Someone had told her to contact a person called Septh, she hadn't payed much attention at the time but it seemed like a good idea now. Word was he was expensive, but she had money.

The merchant up ahead fit the description. He seemed to be talking to someone else, pulling out a slip of paper, she waited for a lull in the conversation before holding it out to the man folded within her fingertips. "Septh? I heard you might be able to help me with something." She unfolded the paper with the two fingers she was holding it in, revealing a list of factories, warehouses, and military equipment, angled so only he can see it, "Any chance you would know where to find this?" It didn't matter if this Septh proved to be untrustworthy, she could disappear if she needed to.

If everything works out then I'll have a more important job for you

As soon as he'd shut his mouth, another woman had appeared at his side injecting her own needs into the midst of his project already in play with the man before him. He blinked and under the shield of his dark eyelashes glimpsed the crinkled little paper being displayed to him.
Z-transmitters, Datawork clock gears, V7 military rounds...what the hell was this chick trying to build?! He looked up at her and frowned. Well damn. He felt another of his characteristic smirks crowding his lips. Do all the women in ARC come this fine these days?
Dropping his palm into hers he discreetly removed the list from her and put eyes back on the male still standing in his personal space. "Looks like you just got an escort," he chuckled. To the woman he added sharply, "See this goon here? He's heading for a warehouse in Sialli. If you tag along with him you can salvage what you need from the old crate and machines in there." Without giving her a warning he lurched off of his perch and pressed himself close to her with a grin, withdrawing quickly before she could retaliate.
"And this," he leered flashing a large fan of clear data chips recognized as currency in ARC, "this is mine in return."
He sat back and flapped a hand at the two unlikely companions. "Now get the hell out of here before you put unwanted eyes on me."

Denise was actually having fun. Standing there in ARC Central messing with people. There wasn't much else for her to do right now. DEMA hadn't given her anything to do for a while so she had to occupy herself. She didn't have anyone to "Hang out with" as it was called. She remembered "Hanging out" with people when she was younger. But those days were over now. So here she was. In ARC Central. Doing things to people's stuff. She had changed one woman's handheld computer into a gun so when she passed through the weapon detector it went off and she got detained. Then she had made some guy's phone call someone he didn't want to and had listened to the conversation, which was short but funny. It turned out he had been trying to call someone he was having an affair with and ended up calling that person's husband. People should be more careful dialing their phones she thought with an inward snicker. Finally she decided she had had enough and turned to leave.

Alexandria Hall, Warp Underground:

She rolled her eyes, slightly disgusted, well he seemed okay, maybe sometime latter... Alexandria squashed that train of thought, she had to focus on the task at hand. She turned to the other man. "So I hear that you're also going to this warehouse. I assume you know the way?"

James Turner, ARC Central:

The commander of security on ARC got out of his car. He was lucky that his face had never been published to the general public, but he couldn't afford to take the expensive transport vehicle with him, not that it was in any danger of being harmed, just that it would attract unwanted attention. He passed through a security checkpoint, seeing a woman complaining to security about a weapon she had been caring which she insisted had been a computer. A he made a mental note to interview her latter. In imperceptible *click* occurred behind his eyes and the image of her face was saved in a computer chip. More incidents occurred, not many that he could detect but still enough to attract attention. James could afford to spend some time here, a small restaurant was nearby, which he walked into. He walked towards the door, hands in his pockets, taking them out as he did so, I tiny drone flying out to watch and listen in on the scene from above.

Noriko picked her bag up and began to walk down the hall ugh I'm going to be late again! she started to fast walk when she relized she might look strange. she quickly looked around and noticed up ahead there was a man holding a picture of a girl Noriko slowly walked by the man I made it past him I'm lucky he didnt notice me run Noriko breathed in and rushed soon she got lost running down the wrong halls "ugh i always get lost here how do i not know my way out?" she took the paper out again and reread it she turned in circles "I'm so pathetic and completly lost." she sat against the wall and gave a sigh she folded her arms around her bag and sheded a tear "I dont know what to do." there were so many areas she couldnt find how to get out. she clutched the paper hard.
((i didnt know how to start her off good))

As she was about to leave she felt something. Someone had released a spying drone. Casually she stopped by a wall and leaned against it facing outward, trying to locate the drone. Ah, there it is. She thought to herself. It was a small audio and video recorder with a built in hover ability. It was one high tech piece of equipment. Had her "Fun" atracted some attention by people she didn't want it to? She began debating over whether to feed it something that would make whoever was using it come down here so she could see the person or simply taking it and keeping it. She figured she'd find out who it was. After all she could still take it once the person showed up. And better to know something that to not know it.

Concentrating on the small device she took over control of the feeds. She made it look like a young man came out of a doorway and stretched his hand out. Then all the electronics inside the room turned into little robots and started attacking people. She made sure to create some realistic sounding screams. That ought to get their attention, she though. With that she simply maintained the confusion and waited for someone to come running in. Probably with a gun.

James Turner, Warp Underground

The stim-drink that the man had been drinking fell to the ground as the proximity alarms from the drone overloaded. James stood up quickly and surveyed the scene. Certain he could see everything the drone could, he knew immediately the feed of the drone had been tampered with. A quick thought latter and he had opened a secure channel to HQ and the personnel at the security checkpoint. Some would say he was over-reacting, but the security of government technology was of the highest standards, and if that could be broken through, then nothing dependent on a computer was safe.

"All traffic along 3rd street of ARC Central is to halt immediately, none are to be allowed to pass through security checkpoints along 3rd street. Bionic-R Security Personnel, cyber security units, and counter terrorism units are needed immediately at the intersection of 3rd and Main."

The above ground police were among the most disciplined and trained the world had ever seen. James Turner was confident that his orders would be carried out. Within seconds the electrified grates were sliding across the intersections and locked in place. The transgressor (transgressorS more likely) would be brought in, it was highly likely they could be linked to other incidents, this was among one of the events tied to DEMA, in the report.

Arthur nodded at the two and left, wanting to catch the women before the trail went cold. He began walking at a quick pace, taking several turns until he was in a seemingly empty area just below Arc Central. He pressed his hand against the base of the building, his fingers literally pushing through the building as if it were made of a gel. He took a step into the building, slowly making his way into it as the building morphed like it was sticking to him as he passed through. Once inside the building a square block of the floor broke itself away and began raising Arthur at a quick pace. It kept going up until Arthur was back on the surface, passing through several levels of the building. He could hear the alarms and rush of people around him. He saw several Police Officers making their way toward 3rd Street, a good place to start his search. Arthur had no intention of following Septh's advice. Whatever her skills maybe, if she was willing to follow DEMA with the other Slits, then there would be no reason to fight.

Left to his own peace once more, Septh eyed sway of heads that made up the bulk of the crowd. Shit, where had she gone? From the corner of his eye he could've sworn he'd seen a pretty rush woman bustling through the underground. People in that much of a rush have very few objectives he wasn't interested in. And folding himself into the current of the masses, the merchant wandered off in the general direction he'd assumed his new target had.
As he passed her, Dromida caught the crook of his arm dropping a conversation with one of her clients to bend forward and murmur something into his ear. As they drew apart, he lifted his eyebrows at the female and gave her a curt nod accepting the card key she was discreetly passing into his hand. Then, as though their interaction had never been, he continued on his way picking up pace to a mild jog.
"You better not be heading for the master generator," he growled to himself praying there wouldn't have to be blood if he caught up with the suspect.

Noriko jumped and looked up at the man, she wipped her tear "I-I wouldnt I'm just trying to get out of here." she got up and breathed in am i in trouble? "I dont even know were that is S-Sir." Noriko didnt want this on her record she had to get close to DEMA in order to find out what really happened all those years ago "I didnt mean to cause any trouble to you." Noriko started to panik "I was just heading some were and cant find my way do you think you could help me?" she handed him the paper it was all wrinkled and ruined Noriko's heart was beating fast.

Alexandria sighed, construct warpers could never be convinced to wait for others. Always steeping through that thing or the next, it was impossible to keep track of them. She power walked over to a nearby elevator, warping it to make it descend to her level as she did so, then speeding it up when she got in.

Just in time... to see the other Slit disappearing into the crowd, a little beetle flitted into her hand, it's metal wings glinted in the sunlight. She frowned for a moment, before dulling the metal with a thought and slipping a tracking device onto the metal.

For those who were listening carefully, a clicking sound could be heard as the beetle's wings beat faster and faster, before it was tossed into the air. Flying the the direction of the construct warper, it burrowed into his clothing as the tiny little gears inside slowly drew to a stop. Alexandria hurried after him.

Arthur West - Arc Central

Arthur maneuvered his way through the crowd, looking at the faces of every female he past. He stopped mid-step and grabbed his right arm, gently tugging near the shoulder with two fingers. He pulled it off his clothing and held it in front of his face. "No one should be able to track me. The girl from the Underground... bothersome." As he went to crush the tiny machine, he noticed a women standing away from the crowd of people and police. Even in the daylight the women wasn't completely visible. He let go of the tiny metal bug and began walking at a quick place toward the women, her features becoming more and more visible with every step. Found her. As he drew closer, his normally cool disposition showed visible excitement as his truth from DEMA was drawing closer. When he was at the edge of the crowd and no more than twenty feet away, he stopped, eyes widened at who had made it to her first.

Simon West - Arc Central

Simon scratched the back of his head, sighing heavily as the cigarette almost fell out of his mouth. He was relaxing by a large building, laying down on a bench and looking half asleep.

"Electronics Master?" The women nodded, getting obviously uncomfortable with how dusty the couch was. She stood up and went for the door, having had enough with the lazy like atmosphere of the room. "She's been causing problems in Arc Central. Problems that could kill someone. You take care of the Warper, and we'll take care of you. Think about it."

After running through what transpired back at his office, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the phone. The card the women left on the couch seemed a little too old school, but that only added to the evidence of her being a likely Anti-DEMA. Simon dialed the phone number, not even sure if it rang even once before the other end answered. "She has black hair, pale skin, and grayish eyes." The phone hing up before Simon could respond. Simon stood up and threw the cigarette on the ground, smashing it under his foot. "Black hair, pale skin, gray-ISH eyes. This just keeps getting better and better." As he began walking around Arc Central aimlessly, several Police Vehicles and people rushed past him. Naturally curious as to what was happening, he followed the crowd.

A few minutes past before he finally was able to break away from the mob of people cut off from the rest Arc Central. "Well, been to several exits and they're all blocked off. Trapped in her, no idea what my target looks like, and..." He rubbed his stomach as a large growl from it could be heard to anyone within ten feet of him. "I'm starving. Great start, Simon, great start." He started walking along a wall, hoping to find an eventual end to it and an exit out of this seemingly blocked off street. He stared off into the sky, unable to concentrate on, anything really. When he finally did come to, he was almost face to face with a women who looked exactly like the phone girl's description. Alright, maybe the description was vague, but to Simon anyone was worth asking. He cleared his throat and nonchalantly leaned against the wall about five feet from her. "So, uh... Are you into electronics?"

James walked over to the police barricades, pushing his way through the panicked and terrified populace, he flashed a badge at the officers and they hurried to let him pass, cutting him off from the rest of the crowd. Surveyed the area one last time to make sure the area was blocked off, and that he was out of sight. He hit a button on a microphone which sent out a high pitched keening noise to silence the people. Turner winced along with them, he always hated having to do that without earplugs.

He checked the settings on the mic, making sure the voice masker was activated and, "May I have your attention please. As of this moment, all civilians of this intersection are under arrest, on the suspicion of trespassing on government property and the illegal modification of electronics devices." He paused for effect, the first was a serious crime, but in the age of Bionic-R and virtual reality, everyone new how dangerous the second could be. Many knew someone who had been the victim of tampering with Bionic-R, such incidents have left lasting psychological trauma and even physically maimed users. James resumed speaking before the mass had a chance to panic again. "With your full cooperation, the perpetrators of this will be uncovered swiftly. We would also like to remind you that attempting to flee the scene of this crime is punishable by the immediate implementation of the death penalty. Helicopters will arrive shortly to escort you to government buildings."

The easy part was over. James hoped that the electronics of the security forces hadn't been tampered with, if slits could do that, then what wouldn't they be able to do in this city.

Denise had just been standing there waiting for someone to come running. When they didn't she got slightly worried. Then alarms began going off and all the exits were blocked off. Great! Either they had over-reacted or they had been here and knew she had tampered with their bug. Either way she was in trouble here. A lot of things were happening, and all at once. People from all different branches of security were showing up by the bucketload. Damn, there goes my hope of sneaking out somehow.

Suddenly she was aproached by a man. "So, uh... are you into electronics?" Wow! They were fast. Already they had narrowed down the list of who could have done it enough to have plainclothes running around interviewing people. "I guess so. I mean who isn't these days? You can hardly go to the bathroom without like a hundred different electrical devices being involved. You know what I mean?" Suddenly someone was speaker over an amplifier. When he was done everyone stood there in silence. So, this guy isn't involved with the police or security. They were all going to be shuttled down to headquarters. Who is he then? "So, what do you think's going on?"

Dominic stood on top of a tall building amidst crushed and fallen rubble. He sat there staring at a small pebble in his gloved hand. Suddenly his sharp high pitched voice cut the grim silence of the forgotten city. "Good day to you kind little one," He said into his hand, "let me tell you a secret." He then pushed the pebble to a mere centimeter from his lips. "My son got injured playing with his dead friends. So I think it to be high time to have a new son." He whispered. Dominic slyly glanced down at the building he was standing on, then as if he was assured of something returned to whispering to the pebble. "How would you feel, little one, being my new son?" He then moved the pebble to his ear. After a moment Dominic nodded his head eagerly.

"Fantastic! Now its time for you to-" Mid yell Dominic dropped to the floor and pulled out a small brass top he spun it quickly. His eyes were glued to its every wobble. Then it fell on its side. He let out a blood-curdling scream. Then he quickly scooped it up and in a normal voice he resumed his conversation with the pebble. "-grow even bigger then your soon to be dead brother!" He then tossed the pebble off the roof of the building and jumped out after it.

The instant his feet left the building a moan of despair escaped the structure as it crumbled into dust. When the dust cleared a brand new skyscraper stood even taller and broader then the collapsed one. On top of it was Dominic clapping and skipping giddily. "Now my new son lets find you some friends to play with!" He shouted and pointed towards ARC Central. Then suddenly the skyscraper lurched and began a slow march towards the city.

Simon shrugged and pulled out a cigarette lighting it and puffing away without checking if the women was okay with it. "Whole city's gone to hell. Wouldn't be surprised if Overlord herself came crashing out of the sky." As he went to take another quick inhale, he felt the building they were leaning on begin to shake, the vibration causing intense pain on his back. He stepped away from it and raised an eyebrow. "Arth-" Before he could finish a square section of the building wall separated itself from the rest and came rushing at Simon, sending him flying into the crowd of people. The commotion and flying male caused chaos among the trapped people, making some of them react violently to the situation.

Arthur bit his tongue and tried his best to not chase his brother into the crowd. He looked at the women knowing full well she was his target. He ran to her quickly, knowing that watching someone she was just talking to get hit by a large chunk of the wall would likely send anyone running. He moved sections of the building as he ran, blocking off escape routes. Arthur wasn't typically so thoughtless in his approach to things. Normally he would likely lead her away from the crowd and try to capture her there, but seeing Simon sent him into a more violent state. Luckily he remained fully aware of what was on the line and came back to his normal thought process. This act however was met with terrified faces of those around them, realizing that a rumored Slit was standing right next to them they began to run away, a few stepping on Simon as they did so. Arthur stood a good ten feet from the women, standing straight with his arms to his sides and a serene, calm look on his face. "You need to come with me."

While the man who had aproached her was replying a piece of the building they were by flew out and hit him, hard. There's a construct here Denise thought. Suddenly more pieces of buildings around her were moved to further prevent someone from getting out. Then she saw a man running towards her. He was obviously the Slit who was doing this. But why does he want me? Maybe he's gone rogue and is hunting slits down. He was by then standing in front of her and saying something. "Oh really? Do you think you can make me? I'm assuming you know who I am. And we're in the middle of a very large croud. All of which have between 3 and 27 electrical devices on them at the moment. Not to mention all of the other electronics not currently on or in someone. I could take care of you right now, before you could make a hole appear under me, or make the building behind me fall and crush me. So really, I don't need to come with you."