Zilas Black

A Hero and a Villain, his mind has long since been subjected to madness.

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a character in “Commedia dell'arte”, as played by LookingAtPerks


Username: LookingAtPerks
Name: Zilas Black
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Race/Nationality/Species: Human Psychic, US Born, but he himself does not recognize any government or corporation having authority over him.
Orientation: Fun
Personality: Unstable, fun loving. To be honest, he is a complete sociopath and probably a psychopath to boot. These are only technical terms, as he can care about others, but he is extremely selfish and thinks in ways normal people, or even crazy people, wouldn't. He tends to be able to laugh quite a bit, even when slaughtering people left and right.

Occupation: None, unless you count "Trickster", "Thief", and "Assassin".
Education: He never finished, but records indicate he had genius levels of intelligence.

Factions: His own.

Religion/Philosophy: His Philosophy is simple. So long as he can have fun and do what he wants, everything is good. But, on that note, he views this new group that is forming as something of a nuisance. If the world gets thrown into too much chaos, he thinks it might be difficult to do what he wants, and be able to enjoy breaking the rules if no one is there to enforce it, so he might as well take them down a few if he gets a chance.
Political Ideals: Politicians are fun to tease, but horrible to deal with long term.

Biography: Zilas Black was originally born to a normal family, who wanted to escape to a normal part of the world. However, he and his family ended up getting kidnapped by a mad scientist secretly funded by a corporation that was doing experimentation into psychic abilities, and their new "Psychic sensor" that their scouts had used nearby the family when they went to the store had sensed great potential from Zilas.

Because of that, he was experimented on and tested for most of his early childhood he couldn't really remember, and possibly due to those experiments, he showed high levels of intelligence and cognition and absorbed knowledge like crazy. His growth stunted a little as a result, so he was a runt, and his physical development was low, but the experiments were ultimately a success. Too much of a success, for that matter.

After all, when Zilas learned they slaughtered his parents, and planned to keep him trapped here forever as a lab rat, he decided to escape. Violently.

So he did. He outsmarted them, overcame his restraints and containment, and then systematically wiped out each and every member of the lab. He even stole their prized airship, one that was designed to be the most advanced stealth craft ever and could stay operation for a decade without needing to be refueled or recharged at least, the Moonray, from the head scientist...after torturing the passcodes and ways to disable all the tracking devices on him and the craft.

No one had realized it, as he himself had kept it hidden, but Zilas had been driven insane and then back again. He became re-sane as his mind figured out how to escape, but as its questionable if one can really become re-sane after all that, it might be better to say he is in a state between sanity and insanity.

And that was at age nine. After that happened, for the past six years, Zilas has committed large scale crimes as well as acts of generocity. He currently lives aboard the Moonray, keeping it in constant stealth mode and never settling down in one region due to heavy distrust of any Government. Although it was a corporation that did this to him, it is Governments that are supposed to oversee them, so in his eyes they are all responsible.

Generally speaking, he is not a good guy...but, to simply call him a bad guy is also wrong. He just wants to live his life the way he wants to, and he sees the ruckus being created by this new group that seems to practice canabalism to be potentially problematic for him too. After all, he has to live in this world! He cant just risk letting these morons end it! He cant have fun if they do!

It should also be noted that Zilas has a bit of a sweet tooth, and hates to be called "runt" (even though he is, and even girls his age are taller then him usually).

Skills: Psychokinesis, Telepathy, Clairvoyance, Shooting, Deception, Irritation, Intimidation, Strategic thinking and predictions, Barriers.

Transportation: Generally speaking, he gets around either through his teleportation or by using his home.
Home: As Zilas is not interested in being tied down to one place, or by being broken into easily, his house is not a place a normal person can reach.

Likes: Helping children, having fun, being a psychopath, being free, chocolate, destroying labs, destroying labs that do immoral experimentaiton (especially on children), doing what he wants.
Dislikes: Being called runt, being denied or blocked, scientists that experiment on kids, crimes committed against children, being experimented on.

Weapons: He does have some skill with shooting, for reasons of his past, and so he has a firearm, but he usually just uses his psychic powers.

Clothing/Armor: A black hoodie, round glasses, some blue cargo pants for the pockets, and black sneakers are what people usually see him wear. A white T shirt is under that, but he keeps the hoodie on.

Powers: His powers are of the Psychic variety, being able to create projections, sense incoming danger, attack and interact with objects using psychic power, projecting barriers and ethereal objects, and even some form of teleportation. He can also sense emotions to an extent, but mostly only if they are negative or positive and how strong they are. He cannot read minds or communicate telepathically, unless he made you a thrall or stares into your eyes at close range for several seconds. There are limits to his abilities, but he would never let anyone learn them so long as he can help it.
So your characters should not know or easily learn, but could potentially learn over time by watching him:

-There is a delay from when he teleports to when he teleports again, the delay depending on the distance teleported. He can only instantly teleport to any place he can see, and even then there is a range limit. He often uses this ability to also get on and off the Moonray.

-When using a barrier, he cannot teleport or make direct psychokinetic attacks. He can however still use telekinesis to attack.

-For him to telepathically interrogate someone, he has to directly look into their eyes for several seconds without moving. Obviously this means he cant do this until combat is over, for it would be way too wide of an opening. He also cant use other psychic powers while doing this.

-While his Psychic Projections can be made to be physical and do damage, they can be easily destroyed before they are finished. They can still be destroyed after they are finished with enough force. He can create illusions a lot faster however, but they wont do any real world damage or interaction.

-To make someone his thrall, he has to first perform a psychic interrogation on them, and then maintain that state for a period of time. How long it takes depends on the mental resistance and willpower of the one he is doing it on. Once that is done, he can program them with a set of orders they will have to complete before the madness takes hold of them, or for a more stable, long term thrall, several days to weeks may be needed of repeated Psychic Interrogation sessessions.

-He has one last telepathic ability, which allows him to induce large scale madness in an area around him. However, he cant use any other abilities while doing this, and he cant be attacked or interracted with or it would break his concentration. Furthermore, he cant tell those who go mad to not attack him, and others with higher willpower might resist...though they will likely get attacked by those suffering from madness. So in truth, this ability is actually quite weak and not something he would use...almost ever. But he has used it in the past, and it caused quite the stir when the executives of the company that kidnapped him started to go crazy and kill everyone...and each other.

-If someone kills, seriously hurts, or threatens to kill or serious hurt children in front of him, Zilas may lose control and go into a berserk state to kill them. However, the alternative is usually him maintaining control, but still trying to kill them. Zilas has a zero-tolerance policy like that.

-As expected, if he pushes himself too far, he gets headaches. He has been enhanced and trained for sure, but a limit does still exist.

Augmentations: He has serious genetic modifications to enhance his psionic abilities, as well as enhanced healing and resistances to drugs, chemicals and poisons.

Picture: Image
Appearance Description: He is a bit short for his age, and wears glasses. Some people think the glasses are purely for aestetics, but he does always seem to use them...however, it should be noted he does not appear to have much physical strength. Its possible his psionic abilities are so adept because he wouldn't last long if attacked directly.
Theme Song: Hey Kids by AmaLee

So begins...

Zilas Black's Story


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Unnamed Factory, Unimportant Location:

Smash! Clatter clatter!

If anyone around was even going to bother walking in this area, they might hear the sounds of violence and gangs. They would hear the sounds of broken bottles and metal bats. But then, they might also hear the voices of the future victims.

"Clarke! They are getting closer!"

"Clara! Stay behind me! I will protect you!"

It was two young children that were the supposed victims. It might seem strange for sure, but this was a calculated attack. Recently, other groups had been getting more of a ruthless status, so they decided to correct that mistake, and they figured this was the best way to do this. These two siblings never did anything wrong, even as the large man raised his bat. But in this world, image and fear was important.

Yes, he would swing his metal bat into their skulls and become the true king of ruthlessness.


And yet, a single voice made everyone freeze, if only for a moment. The gang leader, and the various members with him, turned around to see Zilas Black with a confident grin on his face.

"Well, that would just be a waste. I know, you two!" Zilas said, looking over to the eleven year old boy Clarke and his nine or ten year old sister Clara....clearly whoever named them was going for soem sort of theme. "How would you like to live as my servants? To be honest, its really hard to clean my entire home myself so I have been considering it for some time. Well? Being able to live in exchange for serving me?"

Of course, Zilas actually hated people who would pick on, and especially experiment on, children, so he was always going to help regardless. But Zilas was still selfish, and wanted to get something out of this.

Unfortunately, Clarke just saw what he believed to be his only ray of hope, so he decided to take it.

"Yes yes! So please, save us!"

The other gang members looked around confused, not seeing how Zilas could possibly kill them, and so they started to run towards him...but then the one who was closest to him seemed to explode for no discernable reason, and the second one was knocked back by the force of the blow.

"Now now, lets be patient here. You, how about you have a chair?"

Suddenly, an old metal chair flew through the air and smashed into the man's skull. At the same time, one man's arms who was wearing these obnoxious metal bracelets. It was a lot easier to telekinetically control objects rather then people, though Zilas could do both.

At this point, Zilas seemed pretty scary now....although in truth, he actually had a poker face on. No, he expected he could kill them all, and was prepared to do so but...why did that first guy explode? Even Zilas had no clue what happened there? Did that guy have grenades on him or something, and Zilas hit them with a telekinetic blast? That would explain everything, except why they had the grenades. Well, given everything that goes on in the world, Zilas was sure illegal weapons were traded all the time, but grenades seemed a bit too difficult to procure.

He made a mental note for later, look into illegal weapons distribution. Maybe, he would have use for this guy after all. He still had some empty cells on his ship.

Either way, Zilas still had some thugs. It looks like one of them finally had the smart idea to try and take hostages, a first considering so far all they did was act poorly. Zilas teleported over there, and unleashed psychokinetic bolts at once while creating a barrier between them. The comical scene of watching a man smash into a wall was also quite soothing for Zilas.

Though, when a wrench came from behind and started beating him to death, while his partner fell after being killed by psychokinetic bolts, that was pretty much it.

"I give them...an F. First off, their response time was sloppy. Secondly, I was here for some time before they even noticed me, moving things into place. Third, they had guns, and they didn't use them at the start? And, it took them that long to think of using hostages? Terrible, absolutely terrible. Its like they were intentionally trying to fluke this fight".

"Well...they do usually rely on raw power rather then strategy..."

"Huh...well, didn't do them much help here. Had they bothered thinking things through, this would not have been so easy for me. Or you know, if some of them wore body armor and didn't just carry grenade...oh, right. There is that other bothersome group, I heard a rumor they were doing trades with weapons brokers to...this guy, he is the leader right?"

Clarke just nodded at Zilas' words. Zilas waved his hand and the wrench fell to the ground before it could finish the guy off. After that, he picked up Clarke, Clara, and then kicked his foot into the nearly dead guy.

"Well then, maybe I can get some information from him in an interrogation. And a deal is a deal, remember that".

The siblings gulped as he said that, but in truth Zilas had another reason for doing this. If they had run here, instead of home or somewhere else, and given their appearance, ZIlas was sure they were orphans on the street. Given how chaotic things were getting, especially in this area where apparently they had grenades now, it didn't feel right for him to leave them in such a dangerous place.

And then, he teleported them all away....where they would all subsequently puke afterwards. Teleportation is something you have to get used to, the first time is always unpleasant. Even Zilas puked his first time.

A few days later, and he learned about the arms dealer that had given them their weapons, and that this person was apparently going to New York to make more deals.

The setting changes from earth-2102-ad to New York City


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It had been a few weeks since that day, when they were both saved and enslaved, that Clarke and Clara woke up onboard a setting that was becoming more and more familiar to them each passing day. Yes, they were at the mercy and service of the one who rescued them, a boy named Zilas Black, or at least that is what he called himself.

However, as Clarke was waking up early, he and his sister resting in a nice large bed wearing two oversized shirts to sleep in, it wasn't really that bad. The first day had been a bit shocking, but it helped reveal Zilas' true nature to him. Incidentally, the reason that Clarke and Clara slept in the same bed was not a lack of beds, but rather having grown up on the streets, they always slept next to each other for protection. Even though they were safe here, it was not a habit they could kick easily.

Clarke still replayed the events of when they first arrived in his head sometimes, though...

The moment Zilas brought them there, he dragged that man off telekinetically and threw him into a holding cell. It appeared that this flying ship, the Moonray, was both his base and his home, as well as his mode of transportation, and was able to cloak and hide itself. But it was when he got back did the confusion happen. The first thing Zilas did was make them get out of their clothes, all of them. At first, Clarke thought maybe he was interested in something else. He had saved their lives sure, but it gave Clarke pause for a moment.

But then, Zilas assured him it was not what he was thinking, and Clarke remembered how people who did think like that usually looked and felt. Zilas didn't give that feeling at all. Instead, after they were naked, he made them use a decontamination shower twice, together with him to make sure everything got washed. Clarke still had some concern, especially when Zilas took them to another large bath afterwards to help them clean off. But the third thing he did to him confirmed the new theory Clarke had: Zilas was looking out for them.

That was because he gave them a bunch of immune system boosters and vitamins to take. Since Clarke and Clara had been orphans, he had been concerned that they might be suffering or carrying something really bad, and also figured, correctly, they had not had a proper bath in years.

As for the clothes, he had them go through their own decontamination and then wash cycle, on the off chance they could be saved, but figured he should just get new ones for them anyways. Since it seemed like the ship was almost always in the air, the only way in or out was through Zilas' teleportation.

And then, he taught advanced knowledge and training, and various other things such as things vital to knowing how to serve him. He could be insane, utterly mad at times, and merciless. Clarke and Clara saw what he could do, and how powerful and dangerous he could be. The training program they did could also sometimes be strict and merciless, but they had already agreed and he did save his life.

Clarke decided to let Clara sleep a bit more, and got dressed into some sweats to work out in as he started to do a morning jog around the ship. Normally, he tried to wake up earlier then Zilas as part of being a servant, but during his run he heard activity inside the tech room, at least that was what Zilas called it. It was full of computers, news monitoring devices, but it also had some tables and couches and even its own fridge even though the kitchen was close by. Maybe it was meant for a team to use to plan covert ops or something?

As he checked inside, he found Zilas looking at the news...he didn't look upset, but he didn't look happy either. As an orphan on the street dedicated to protecting himself and his sister, Clarke could pick up on these things...

Zilas stared at the news monitor in annoyance until he finally noticed Clarke was there. It looked like he was still wearing his running clothes, so he was probably still in the middle of his morning run. Clarke and his sister, both were already showing so much potential. It made Zilas a bit happier, remembering that he saved them.

"Master Zilas? What is the matter?"

"Well, it looks like the group I had been keeping a watch out for, those clowns...what were their name?"

"Which one? Their official name, Commedia Dellarte, or the one you gave them, Gibberish Clowns?"

"Both is fine..." Zilas said. In truth, he just wanted to see if Clarke remembered. "Anyways, it looks like one of the reasons they were in contant with Arms Dealers was for explosives...look at the news".

Zilas turned on the news, to where Clarke could see the messages laid out before them. The subtitles helped for sure, but...Clarke noticed something, probably what Zilas was testing him on.

"It could just be the way he speaks, but...the subtitles are to distract from that likely possibility right?"

"A plus Clarke, as always. YOu know, for an Orphan you know quite a bit".

"We lived in an old library for some time. It was dangerous outside, so we did nothing but read".

"Ah. Anyways, yes yes. Most likely, the person speaking is not actually some radical islamist. Because there are subtitles, most people focus on that, but the accent...while yes, it COULD be how they speak, or a number of other things, the most likely answer is that they are not Arabic but reading phonetic translations".

"So, the point is chaos..."

For a moment, Clarke considering commenting on why Zilas disliked this group who seemed similar to himself, but held his tongue and didn't say something so stupid. For one thing, Zilas always made sure his actions would not hurt children. From what Clarke and Clara heard so far, they had a rough understanding of what Zilas went through. Hell, when they bathed together they saw the scars.

"Yes, but chaos in the worst possible way. There are differences between various types of chaos, and this...this is clearly a bad type. I am heading into the city, see what the first responders and such find out, and do some investigating myself".

"Do you want me to prepare anything?"

"Yes, I want you to mop and scrub the north hallways naked for thinking for a moment I was similar to them".

"Wait, what..."

"I can read people too Clarke. Otherwise, I will be fine. Oh, and you have to do all of Clara's chores too today for not immediately admitting and accepting it. She gets the day off".

"Yes sir..."

And so, with those words, Zilas set off...although to be fair, given there was only them on the ship, and no one else would find them, the only real part of that punishment was giving Clarke the extra work.

That said, Zilas also did it to distract himself. After all, those facilities they blew up helped children, a lot of them. Therefore, Zilas was actually really pissed off right now...he might just go and kill someone to blow off steam.


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While most people had rushed off to the scene of the incident that had just occured, although Zilas could get there if he wanted to, he decided to leave the footwork and the mass evidence collecting and scene inspection to the police and government types. Not that he trusted them, but that he didn't feel like bothering with them or doing work he didn't need to. At least not yet.

No, where he went actually was convienent for him. He thought he would have to do one first, and then another, but it turned out that two things he wanted to do happened to be doable in the same place.

A nice and simple looking office building, it was the place where various building and construction records for city buildings was kept. It also had its own security as well, due to the fact that terrorists might come here to look for data that would help them commit terrorism. It had ties to various construction and demolition companies as well, so it worked well to have security.

Of course, what no one including the government knew was that it was also owned by the...

"Umm, hey. So do you really call yourself the Neo-Mob? Really?"

It was not predominantly Russian, Irish, or anything like that. It was a lot of criminal organizations that were smaller, but secretly unified and joined together to become this secret Neo-Mob. It was a rather interesting organization style too. To outsiders, even those in the criminal world, it might look like they were seperate individual organizations. This also meant that anything that seemed too high or advanced for a group individually could be achieved collectively.

Of course, Zilas who had thoroughly interrogating many past legal limits using his powers knew the truth, though it was only from that last guy that he finally had a solid lead on where to search. Which was why he was able to enter and deal with them, because he expected them but they had not expected him.

The person who he had psychokinetically blasted into a wall gave a meek nod with the last of his strength.

"Huh. Anyways, this really does work well for me that you have a base here you know?"

He asked that to the man who appeared to be in charge, that he had cornered in his office. There were two reasons Zilas was here. First, he was going to access the records and see who had gotten access to those building schematics. New York was a prime terror target, so they were extremely paranoid with records like these. If someone accessed those building records, even if it was a residential apartment building, there would be a trail.

And second, these were also the arms dealers that apparently had been moving explosives around. In other words, they were the ones he heard rumors about dealing to people in white masks as well. It was possible they sold the information too.

"So, Mr. Lets play a game. Will you give me what I want first, or will I get bored and throw you out the window first? Let's start....now!"

Hearing those words, and having seen what happened, the man spent no time to save his own skin and give Zilas all the information he wanted, both from computer records and his own memory. The fact that they were using pier 7, the fact that they had sold high quality military explosives that were not limited to grenades, and of course the records of who had access to the plans. From what Zilas learned, they keep the two businesses seperate, so they didn't sell out the building plans as that would make them tracable. In other words, if these people got the plans from here, and Zilas found that highly likely, then they accessed them through legitimate channels. He hoped something in this data would help him.

That said, Zilas started to hear sirens in the area. He wondered if the police, or even the FBI maybe, got the same idea as him, or if they had gotten reports from the area. Still, once Zilas got the information he needed, he figured now would be a good time to check on what the cops had found so far. Maybe something interesting, different from the reports and maps he had, that could shed some light.


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Bashemath stood still, not moving from her position, just as she was told. She looked around between the two agents. She then locked focus back on Arthur, who has not said much, unlike his unusually composed partner. She reached over for her helmet and slowly removed it. Her face was mostly human, aside from the somewhat odd discoloration of her skin, eyes, and some dark splotches on her cheeks. Her hair was a mess, to be expected from the helmet. For the man's own sanity, she kept her ears covered for now, and just gave a smile, lowering one of her arms to just awkwardly wave at him.

Xander looked over at his sibling. "Why have you removed your mask?"

"I figured a face would offer some comfort, the man is utterly distraught," she responded. "His partner is quite stoic by comparison, he possesses a much more controlled composure. This likely isn't his... how they say? First rodeo?"

"Is he negligent towards the psychological needs of his partner?"

"What? No, my theory is that he feels it more appropriate to establish control on the situation with the least emotional response possible, a... learned defensive process, he's focused on the task at hand. Not too unlike you, actually. But this is mere speculation," she continues, waving her hand around a bit to Xander. She then turned her attention back to the two agents. "I'm Bashemath by the way, and this is Xander, hmmm... those are pretty complex... um, perhaps... nicknames would help?" She gave an awkward crooked smile and shrugged.

Xander turned his head slightly, sensing another human-sized being alone on the streets. Possibly not a threat, however.


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"Ehhhhhh~" Zilas said, watching from afar with eyes as if he had found a new toy to play with. Of course, this was while he was monitoring the scene from far away. Far enough to not be detected, and to drink a nice glass of wine.

"Should you even be drinking wine?" Clark asked over the comms, even though Zilas had not told him anything. "And what new toys did you find this time?"

"Clarke, why are you on comms? Wasn't it Clara's turn?"

"Remember, you gave me all her tasks today, naked".

Zilas was pretty sure he only said that for the hallway...and he was pretty half hearted about it. Well, that was Clarke's mistake. He would probably figure it out soon anyways, he was a smart kid...he might also be playing it safe.

Or this was all a joke and he lied right there. Would be interesting to find out which.

"Anyways, why do you ask? Are the older toys getting jealous?"

"No way. Anyways, it got you interested..."

"Well, either my eyesight is getting worse..."

Clarke wanted to comment that he was pretty sure those glasses were fake and he had 20/20 vision, but he didn't feel like invoking any more wraith today.

"...or there are two totally non-normal individuals, getting arrested by two completely normal feds".

"Wait wait! Arrested arrested? Not gassed, or trapped in some cage, or whatever, but with actual handcuffs by real cops?!"


"...amazing, to think the legal system actually still works that well...how do you know for certain though?"

"Aside from personal experience...based on what I see through the scouter, one of them has that sort of face..."

"What sort of face?"

"The face you made when we first met".

"Oh...I guess the police can behave like actual people then also...sometimes...."

Incidentally, Clarke had as little faith...no, he might even have less faith, in the legal system then Zilas.

"Clarke, there should be some state of the art police listening programs there somewhere, if they make it to an interrogation room, I want to see that comedy show. Make sure we get the recordings".

"...you dont even care about the information do you? You just want to see how the interrogators handle this".

"Don't you as well?"

"The popcorn will be ready by the time you get back".

"Excellent, now..."

He changed his view from looking through a scouter, to looking down at the factory where a certain arms dealer was currently taking stock of his finest goods. Maybe, given the additional heat that would pour down soon, he wanted to offload them before he got caught or something, though it looked like a good amount was already missing.

And so, seeing an opportunity, with no one else seemingly around, Zilas teleported behind the man, and tapped him on the shoulder while using his most innocent and childlike voice possible.

"Excuse me, Mr...but could you tell me how you contact the people you have been selling weapons and bombs to, and where their base of operations is if possible?"

At first, the arms dealer would likely be very confused by Zilas' sudden appearance from behind out of nowhere, before finally going into shock. Of course, Zilas was already prepared. When the shock wore off, his smile would soon resemble more of an evil demon that had caught its prey.

And should the man try to raise a hand against him, Zilas would telekinetically blast him, and then perform a full psionic interrogation. Of course, so long as they locked eyes, and he didn't do anything to disrupt it, Zilas planned to do that anyways.

Zilas was very careful, but that did not mean he could not get things done quickly.

(My brain was kinda dying a bit, but I managed! Hope its good!)


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Arthur looked over to the two beings again, taken aback when the female decided to remove part of her helmet and wave at him. 'She... Is she a gene splicer or something? I have never seen anything that severe before...' He thought to himself.

"Peter and Arthur." Was the eased response Arthur's partner made, pointing a hand at himself and Arthur. Peter checked his watch, it'd been about ten minutes since he'd made the call, so he was expecting pickup soon. "Never been good with nicknames myself. How about Bash and Xan? Not exactly clever, but it's been a long day."

There was a nod of agreement from Arthur. "Not trying to be rude or anything, but you do have the right to remain silent you know."

Peter chuckled slightly. "I think my partner just needs some quiet for right now." He looked over towards the two strange figures, a calm smile on his lips. "Much as I'd love to hear more about the two of- Oh well would you look at that." A FBI 'drop ship' began to fly overhead of them, straitening itself out and landing near the entrance of the alleyway.

Arthur sighed slightly, getting back up and unholstering his pistol too. He nodded towards the ship. "Alright you two, make this easy for me. Walk over to the drop ship, get in, and don't make any sudden moves or anything." Arthur's tone was emotionless, and a little tired.

"Oh they won't be causing us any trouble tonight Arthur." Peter said with a slight smile. "Not that I want to make any assumptions, but I don't think that's what these two want at all." Stepping to the side of the alley slightly, Peter extended his arm, pointing it towards the ship that awaited them. "After you."


The weapons dealer looked shocked for a moment, but once his eyes had locked with Zilas, he seemed to become at ease. "W-what? People I've been selling weapons to? You mean the Cartels? Or the mercs?" The man's eyes seemed to wander in a dazed state. "I just give the guns to the guys they send, and they give me the money. It's no big deal." His eyes still wandered, he seemed almost totally lost in the daze.

"Lot's of guys come in and see me, they all just pay the money and take the weapons. Oh! There are those weird folks too, they always cover their faces, never say too much either. Just give me money an-"

The man's head disappeared leaving behind a fine mist of blood and gore, while a large hole exploded in the ground nearby (a result from the .50 caliber round that had passed through the gun dealers head). A few flashes of light could be seen from rooftops nearby, all seemingly aimed at Zilas. They weren't from guns however, but from some kinds of cameras.

In another moment, a knife could be felt at Zilas's throat, as someone began to whisper into his ear. "Now now little one, you're going down the wrong rabbit hole. You've got some fine gifts, but they'd be put to better use investigating someone else. Maybe some strange beings caught by the FBI, hehehehe..." The voice trailed off a bit, and the knife pulled away from Zilas's throat.

The masked, knife wielding figure walked around in front of Zilas, still giggling away as they held something in their hand. "SMILE!" was the last thing said before the white Comedy mask exploded, and the head of the knife wielder with it.

The docks were quiet now. Everything seemed to have ceased. No people moving, no machinery running, just quiet, and the sound of rain.


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Bashemath simply nodded, her smile unbroken as she walked in without a fuss. As she walked by into the craft, she took another glance at Arthur, who remained silent, and her smile wavered some. She then looked over at Xander who followed closely after her, his eyes presumably remaining forward. As they enter there was a quiet exchange between the two. "He's... sort of life father, right?" she whispers.

"Far less smiling," he responds quietly. "But those were forced."

"Not always..." she whispered back, but suddenly she heard something, or rather, the rats heard something. The expression on her face suddenly turned grim, her eyes blanked, pupils dilated. She turned to Xander again, her eyes pleading. "Ah a-another murder... I think."

"Not our priority," he responded rather coldly, causing his sister to look away and sit down, becoming somewhat despondent. Xander in turn sits down next to her, just as quietly, a considerable feat for a being of his stature. It was clear that he struggled in dealing with the more altruistic nature of his sibling. "I am... sorry... forgive me?"

"Yes, always."


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(Sorry for the delay, school stuff kept getting in the way. Actually, I have a terrible headache right now also, but I have some time so I am doing my best)

The moment the man's head exploded, Zilas put his hood up and ducked behind an object. He was not some fool who would leave himself out in the open, but he had thoroughly checked the surroundings. He was sure of it.

I suppose I should give them credit... he thought while taking out a gun he kept with him. Crude, and often unncessary with his powers, but he had to...

The nthe figure started to speak, putting a knife to his throat. That said, some tension was actually released from him, as the figure continued to speak.

They dont want me dead? No, of course. I am too much of an unknown probably. As crazy as they are, they must realize I am some sort of a threat. If they had been watching, they should know I could escape from this easily...in which case, they are not killing me because they dont know if I am alone or not probably. Well, they could just be crazy, but they were cautious enough to go through all this trouble.

At the same time, Zilas watched as the man's head explored before he even had time to restrain and psychically interrogate him.

"Hmmm. Okay then, be that way" he said, with a smirk on his face. "Well now, what to do..."

First off, he definently should NOT do what the crazy terrorists told him to do. Unless, of course, they were looking for a challenge? No, but to fall right into their words was silly. That said, they might be watching him now, waiting to see what he would do...who he would contact.

Wait a second...they knew about the capture? That meant, they were watching the FBI, or those things, as well? Ooooh, you silly, silly terrorists....you made a mistake. You told me you were watching them as well, which means you have people there. Obviously they cant be wearing masks, which means...they could be identified! Sorry Commedia, but you made a fatal mistake.
Even if you planned it out, you dont know my full abilities, especially the ones I trained since I escaped. In other words, if I hunt the ones following the FBI, I can use that to find them. Well, I suppose before I do, I should take care of business here.

Of course, by business, Zilas meant stealing the harddrives, phone, and all other objects of note from the arms dealer. He would also get the paper records, and finally...he copied the fingerprints of both the arms dealer, and the headless man, using some common household supplies, such as tape and all that.

Naturally, he took some DNA samples as well. Now that he thought about it, wasn't there a program to recreate the face from DNA samples?

You want me to play your game, Commedia? Well, let me flip that around. Instead of investigating those two people the FBI caught, I will use the FBI and them as bait, and lure you out instead...you really should be more careful what you say...huh? Maybe that man didn't explode his own head, but they exploded it for him so he wouldn't talk anymore? Well, it might get a tad bit trickier if they thats true, but none the less, I can use the logs of the Arms merchant to learn what they have. It would suck if they had missiles I didn't know about and such. Well, I suppose I will have Clarke update me on what the FBI are doing, and use that information to move forward.

Incidentally, the reason Zilas knew the member was not a threat was because there was a good chance they had seen him teleport, and yet instead of slitting his throat immediately, did not do a thing. If Zilas had wanted to, he could have easily escaped that man, but he just kept on talking, so he decided to keep it going, let him think he had the upper hand, and get some information out of him.

And Zilas had a good theory that was worth testing out, so it worked out well.

The setting changes from new-york-city to Earth, 2102 AD


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7am - Washington D.C.

Arthur shuddered periodically as he slept on cheap hallway chair in the offices of the FBI. He'd been exhausted from the day before, and was trying to remedy that with some sleep now, though his dreams continued to show him things he'd rather not have seen.

Peter was standing in another part of the top floor offices, watching a TV that was playing through the news as he sipped away at a coffee and puffed away at a smoke. He hadn't slept at all since yesterday, and was ready too either.

A younger man sitting at a desk close by looked over to Peter, a look of annoyance on his face. "Peter, could you put that out? You know you're not supposed to be doing that in any building, never mind a government one."

Smoke billowed out of Peter's mouth as he turned to look at the young man. He stared him right in the eyes, face totally devoid of emotion, or any real sense that he actually cared about what the boy had to say. "Thomas, please don't interrupt me while I'm having my Canadian Breakfast." Another office worker chuckled before Peter turned to him too. "That wasn't a funny joke Kevin. Stop fake laughing."

Kevin coughed slightly as he embarrassedly settled back in and looked away from everyone in the room. Thomas just felt unnerved by how much Peter didn't seem to care. Lame jokes aside, he always just seemed like nothing in this world had any value to him. If Thomas was being honest, it scared him a little.

Peter continued to watch the TV, but did manage to take a quick look across the room to one of the window-sided offices. It had been converted into an interrogation room for the time being, and both Xander and Bashemath sat in there at the moment. Most of the employees hadn't seen them yet, and those who had were disturbed. The room wasn't conventional, but it was also one of the few rooms that the building had that could accommodate at least Xander's size.

From what one of the higher ups said, they probably wouldn't be able to start the interrogation till about 8 or 8:30, so he was stuck to his coffee and cigarette for a bit longer. Apparently there was going to be some announcements on the TV for last night's bombings soon though, and the President and Congress are both expected to make statements about the government shut down that could be happening today.

There was a lot going on. A lot of chaos, and a lot of people trying to take advantage of it.


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"Well, this is cozy," Bashemath said, head propped onto her hands. She scanned the room slowly, a blissful smile on her face. She knew what was to come, questions, but she was calm, without fear, contented even, because she loves a good discussion. She looked over at Xander, who sat quietly still, in absolute equilibrium. "You seem to make them nervous."

"As do you," Xander responded, to the point as usual.

Bashemath frowned for a brief moment. "I know, and it makes me... mmm, sad? I don't like that, how do I offer my services in this situation?" She looked puzzled, laying her cheek down against her helmet, letting out a short sigh. She twirled her black hair slowly. "And these horrid things, these murders. It makes me... mmm, nauseous? I like that least of all. I cannot comprehend the motivation to destroy another."

"Money, infamy, a sense of dominance, a feeling of duty, a feeling of delivering justice, delusions of being holy orders, or simply malicious pleasure," Xander listed.

"You say it all this so casually," she responded, her tone getting more gloomy.

"I do not approve of it either," Xander said. "I just... try not to dwell."


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Washington D.C. - FBI Headquarters

Peter's mouth hung a little looser now that he had seen what was unfolding on TV. Strong words from the head of Nobis himself, and the beginnings of a breakdown in the Republican and Democrat parties to boot. The President was already making his speech about the government shutdown, had some very angry, pointed words about the 'betrayal' by Victor Bentley, but the President himself seemed quite a bit shaken by the whole ordeal. Peter wasn't usually surprised, but this certainly had done the job. A slight grin grew on his face, as Peter found it hard not to be a little impressed by the gusto of everything that was occurring.

A couple coworkers were whispering about what had happened already, others were getting more vocal. 'Office chatter' you might say, with some people already getting their 'about time', 'this is how the end starts', and 'what a complete traitor' remarks out in the air. Thomas remained quiet himself, mostly just observing everyone and playing the 'active listener' rather than the 'active talker'. He wasn't about to lose his job over actual politics becoming office politics.

Peter just smirked, not bothering to say anything to anyone himself. He put his cigarette out in the cold remains of his coffee, and made his way over to their interesting guests. It was time to get some work done.


Once Peter was in the interrogation room, he closed and locked the door, and spun a chair around on the side of the table opposite Xander and Bashemath, sitting down and facing them directly. "You know, I find you two incredibly interesting." Peter said with a slight smirk. "Both of you could have done all kinds of damage already. Maybe not kill every one of us, I mean we might even take you down, but I feel like in certain circumstances that wouldn't matter to you. All that, and you've chosen not to be a threat."

The man chuckled as he poured a glass of water for himself from a jug that was sitting on the table. "Feel free to have some if either of you need... Or can I guess." He took a sip, set the cup back down, and stared at them a moment again. "You see, why I find you so interesting is that I actually know you're not going to cause me any trouble. Let me be clear; I don't just feel this, or suspect this, I KNOW you won't, and not because you're afraid." Peter scratched at his chin slightly, giving it a rub as he took a moment to contemplate. "You two are actually choosing not to cause trouble by your own choice. I know that for a fact. So tell me... Why are you choosing to do this?" Now Peter's tone was serious. As serious as his question was.


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"Capability and motivation are two different things, detective," Bashemath began to answer, rather quick to the draw, yet maintaining her jovial smile. It had become something natural, to smile in the presence of people, to most this gesture would be received as comforting, if not forced, that is, or to guise malicious intent. She had no reason to lie, nor the capacity for cruelty. "To me, there is no 'acceptable loss.' The risk of exposure outweighed the well being of the overall entirety. I didn't get caught because I made a mistake, I made a choice to become involved, and now I'm here for it, because it represented the least overall damage and better overall outcome. Additionally, your partner was in a compromised state, I couldn't very well compound his condition with a struggle." She spoke rather rather passionately and sincerely, no break in her voice or twitch of the eye.

"I was told not to," Xander spoke rather factually. As always, his voice was virtually emotionless and resonant, contrasting starkly against Bashemath's pleasantries and soft voice. "She chose to attempt rescue, despite risk, risk I made aware to her, and she chose to not struggle against capture, again, my choice would have been incapacitation or retreat. I can question it, but I cannot oppose," he continued, but his tone shifted slightly as he finished. "I am faulty, and thus my logic requires that balance."

"That isn't to say I'm innocent, either, of course, to be fair! But, I will not kill or maim to achieve my goals, I do adore my benefactors... it barely makes sense to harm the things you love!" she continued, impassioned in her speech, her voice raise some, but still quite civil in tone. She then leans back in her chair. "That being said, even I don't know my employer, so it isn't like I'm a security risk anyways. Even if I'm prone to tell the truth, I can't tell one that I don't know. My risk here is... minimal. They are... very clever," she said in a quieter tone, her smile breaking some. "But, I digress, I'm just... very contrary to the idea of causing pain or discomfort."

"A noble heart cannot suspect in others the pettiness and malice that it has never felt, a quote by Jean Racine our... progenitor used while she was in conception."


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Peter leaned back in his chair, a slight smirk on his face. "Racine eh? I haven't seen or read much of his works, but what I do know of him is the regard of him being quite the wordsmith. In French at least." The detective took another sip of water. "Duty and Empathy. What an intriguing pair. You know Bash, Xan, I believe what you say." He swirled his cup around, watching the water roll gently around in an imperfect circle. "An employer you don't know... Your 'duties' and 'programming', even your compassion. What I suppose I find most interesting is what the two of you are, and what your employers are."


Outside the interrogation room, the other employees periodically dared to peek through the window to see what was going on.

"Freaky..." One of them said. "Really freaky."

"Yeah, what even are those things? Haven't seen any gene-freaks or magic weirdos that look like that."

"I know... Just ain't right. Stuff like that... Wasn't meant for this world."

Thomas heard everything being said, either passively or intently, but didn't contribute anything himself. He merely continued to clatter away at his keyboard, head down and unnoticed by the world.


The sly, knowing smile didn't fade from Peter's face. "I'm going to continue to accept that you're both being totally honest with me right now. So tell me then; what are the both of you employed to do."


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The two grew deathly quiet for a moment after Peter asked his question. Bashemath couldn't lie, this was a fact, and Xander would have to follow along with Bashemath in whatever she said next. The perky smile on the former would fade a bit, knowing this was the matter she was not innocent of. It wasn't quite legal in a number of countries.

"Well, I suppose that is the crux of the matter, isn't it?" she said, stalling her response a bit, trying to decide on just how to answer that question in the best way possible. She glanced over at Xander, in hopes he would chime in, but he was still as a statue, and equally as silent. "Well," she uttered, as she looked back at Peter. "We've been taking in the gifted, through diplomacy if allowed, if not... well, with as little injury as possible, by us or to themselves. I don't know where they go afterwards, but I've been told several times that they are better off. Our targets tend to be those that have very little in life, little to go to, or nothing at all. I would... sincerely hope, that they receive accommodations for their induction into whatever it may be."