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Maxwell Landon (The Shape)

"If you don't like how the table is set, turn over the table."

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a character in “Project Oddity”, as played by Lord Saethos

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Theme 1 – Hate or Glory
Theme 2 – Maze (AKA: Omega)
Theme 3 – Viol
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Full Name: Maxwell Landon
Alias: The Shape
Age: 37 (Born 1980)
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian, of English descent.

Hair: Maxwell's hair is naturally "platinum blonde", or silver.

Eye color: Amber

Body: Slim but athletic.

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 156lbs

Hometown: Wilmington, North Carolina

Affiliation(s): The Union (Defunct), Landon Technical Enterprises (Defunct), others (?)

Personality:
Charming, polite, usually a bit courteous, and can hold a good conversation. People feel like this man is a good listener, who really brings them into the conversation, and they sometimes find they can’t help but feel compelled to open up. Likewise, they can’t help but feel compelled to listen to him, to linger on every word he has spoken.

That’s one side you might see.
Cold. At times it can be impossible to catch Maxwell showing emotion, but when he does, it's difficult to be sure if it's even real. He has neither real love nor hate for people on the whole, they're just tools or obstacles to achieving goals. On one hand, he has a cool collectedness, seemingly completely confident in what he does. On the other hand, he is completely detached from other “beings”, caring little to nothing for them on a personal level.

His morals are as ambiguous as his feelings. He's capable of great cruelty but doesn't seem to seek it out with any particular preference, nor does he seem interested in inflicting it on any particular kinds of people.

As for his feelings on parahumans and normal humans, his feelings are equally neutral. He shows little to no preference (or hatred) for either. He will help or hinder (or even kill) both as he sees fit.

To what end? Only he can really say.

Likes:
- Learning. Any new information or ideas that Maxwell can pick up, he likely will.
- Understanding people. He likes to know how they think, how they feel, what keeps them “ticking”.
- Coffee. Black, with a little sugar. Generally enjoys Americano’s, but Maxwell has varied tastes as well.
- Fine wines and liquors.
- A mixture of musical genres, from classical, to forms of industrial techno.
- The News. Maxwell tries to keep himself as informed as possible on current events, including business trends.
- Success. Winning. Earning something for his hard work.


Dislikes:
- Beer and other “cheap booze”. He hated seeing it growing up, at BBQ’s, or other events. He always felt those drinks represented “mediocrity”. “Lower class”, “Middle class”, “alcoholics”, or people “just having fun”.
- Useless people. People who cannot personally contribute to what he wants.
- Begging. It gets obnoxious when people won’t fight for themselves, either to survive, or to win.
- Repetitive, generic music (of many varieties). It gets bland, dull, boring rather quickly.
- Threats. Not only are they annoying, they’re annoyingly patronizing. And that’s something Maxwell does not accept.
- Losing. Failure. Hard work being lost. It’s one of the few things that will provoke Maxwell’s truly angry, violent side.
- Mediocrity. Weakness. Lack of Ambition.

Skills:
- Somewhat proficient firearms user, made a habit of it after the loss of Landon Tech.
- Moderate skills in programming and electronics. Has put less effort into it since his young adult years.
- Keen mind for business and understanding current events.
- Manipulative (in the right circumstances, knows how to get what he wants)

Costume Identities:
Maxwell has utilized several costumes over the course of his criminal life. That coupled with the fact that his name, motives, and any other defining traits or features are unknown to the rest of the world has made him a particularly “low key” villain in some circles. This hasn’t kept him from being something of an icon though, some of his identities have become rather well known (largely in criminal circles, such as The Union). Here is a list of the most significant outfits he has worn:
- The First Shape (Before Union Takeover)
- The Second Shape (After Union Takeover)
- The Third Shape (After Union Destruction)


Equipment:
- Two Beretta 87 Targets
- One Beretta 90-Two
- Two AMT Automag III (Mostly for show)
- Responsive Optics built into his masks (switches to Infrared Vision when he uses his powers)
- Several black, carbon steel daggers



Background:

Let's get one thing straight about Maxwell Landon. He was never normal, and not because of his powers. Maxwell was born to your normal, stable, average American family in Wilmington, North Carolina.

By 1991, he had murdered his parents and two siblings. Stabbed them each several dozen time. He ran to a neighbor’s house and called the police, sobbing and desperately trying to describe the “mad killer” who had committed this terrible crime. Dark clothes, like a trench coat or cloak, and a blank, featureless face, or mask perhaps. The police arrived shortly after the call, but the killer was nowhere to be found. Except for in the mind of Maxwell Landon.

In 1999, after 8 years living with his Grandfather in Boston, and a year at MIT’s Sloan School of Management, Maxwell “assaulted” the frail old man. His grandfather was a weak old man, who struggled to get down the stairs without a walker. One day, when he was trying to do just that, Maxwell used his “shadow powers” and blinded the old man, just for a few split seconds, long enough to miss a step and tumble down the stairs. His grandfather died a week later in hospital, leaving behind his estate to Maxwell.

But that wasn’t all Maxwell walked away with. The old man had imparted knowledge on him for years. Knowledge about psychology (which his grandfather had worked in for most of his life), economics, politics, and even a bit of the sciences.

Once 2000 had arrived, Maxwell had left MIT and was investing the small fortune (only several hundred thousand dollars) of his grandfather into the stock market. He was brilliant at it. He managed to turn his hundreds of thousands into a million before New Years.

2001 rolled around, and he was still making money, with more of his work starting to take him to New York itself. He wasn’t in New York on September 11th however, pure and stupid luck that saved him. The moment was one of consideration for him, a point where he realized how truly weak he was in comparison to some of the things on our world… But also, what kinds of opportunities must exist.

By 2004, his money was still good, but he was getting bored, and yearned for something more. He started a business, Landon Technical Enterprises, quickly swooping into the software and hardware markets. Several programs his company developed focused mainly on businesses, helping them with information storage, communications, and essentially "better organizing" their companies. It had been going well so far, and Maxwell had plans to branch off into robotics and cybernetics.

By 2010, the once hugely successful Landon tech went bankrupt. With the rise of new technologies and standards, a larger competitor came into the market, one backed by billions instead of Maxwell's millions. Landon Tech began to lose customers to them, and with millions of dollars in costs and debts, there was no feasible way to recover.

Maxwell was driven to a point of rage he had never experienced before. This amount of loss was not something he had experienced. He had some money left, but most of it was tied up in stocks or smaller business ventures he'd dabbled in, nothing serious. Rather than losing those as well, he found himself selling off more of his personal belongings, until he was a scummy apartment away from living on the streets.

In 2011, Maxwell was starting to hear strange rumors from the illicit circles he found himself getting entangled with. A criminal organization known as “The Union”, one of the biggest crime syndicates in the world, with operations in America and South America, and growing into Asia and Europe as well. That rage Maxwell had felt for a year was gone, and a new feeling was in his chest now; ambition.

In 2013, after 2 years of experimenting with his “master powers”, and some subterfuge and manipulation, Maxwell carries out an assault on the New York headquarters of The Union, using an army of addicts, psychos, and other people he found easy to manipulate. He quickly eased into the position of “leader” of The Union, cutting brilliant deals with other gangs the old leadership struggled with. Maxwell ran The Union for several years after, remaking it into one of the most efficient businesses (never mind criminal organizations) in the world.

Sept. 8th, 2017. Maxwell loses control of The Union. The FBI and several gangs simultaneously attacked their headquarters. A massive gunfight ensued, killing nearly all his lieutenants who had helped manage and run The Union with him for years. Maxwell managed to flee to upper New York state, bringing a few loyal followers with him, and as much money and business assets as he could cobble together. It was then that the decision was made to leave for Capetown Texas, and to begin again.

Sept. 14th, 2017. Maxwell takes a private jet to Capetown Texas, making preparations to move onto an old ranch property outside of the city that he has purchased. “Renovations” are expected to be underway soon.


Powers:
Casting Shadows -
[Shaker – 7 / Breaker – 6 / Stranger – 6]
Maxwell has the ability to create a “shadowy aura” that can block out all sources of light in a given area. This includes blocking light from electric sources (light bulbs) or semi-natural sources (windows, doors, etc.). Mostly effective indoors, but can be used in the outdoors as well, though it's range is only about 100-200 feet. In broad daylight, this power can block out some sunlight, but only enough to make the effected area appear dimmer (the distance being covered will determine the amount of light blocked). Given that this power blocks sources of light, this makes non-infrared night vision unusable in nearly all circumstances.
This power is made possible by light blocking “particles” that are created in Landon’s body, and controlled by his mind. As it stands, the only way to counter this power would be other powers that could use other particles to interfere, infrared vision, or being outside of the effected area (though anything within the effected area still would remain unseen).

Mind Manipulation -
[Master – 7 / Shaker – 7 / Breaker – 6 / Stranger – 6]
With this ability, Maxwell is able to “control” or manipulate the minds of people around him. His body once again produces “particles” that in this case can emit a form of energy. This energy specifically targets parts of the brain that will produce certain physical, emotional, and psychological responses that Maxwell wishes to target. These responses can be used to make targets of “open to suggestion” or make them more susceptible to manipulation. This power relies upon Maxwell getting to the right “weak spots” in the target’s brain, which means he must have some level of understanding about the individuals, and their mental states. Furthermore, this power can be resisted, especially if the suggestions he makes are too strongly opposed to the target's mental or moral makeup, or if they have some sort of innate resistance to this power.

Ex. Maxwell would have a difficult time manipulating a hero into committing murder. But Maxwell would have an easier time manipulating someone with certain mental health issues into committing murder.


Trigger Event:
It would have been a normal day for any other kid. Something any child could experience. But Maxwell was always different. He was distant from his mother, his father, and his siblings. They always just seemed so… Pathetic to him. His father, a meager, middle-income office worker. His mother, a stay-at-home mom. His siblings, just regular kids.

Maxwell was at school, playing with a toy he’d gotten for his birthday, an action figure. It was 1990, Maxwell was only 10. One year before the murder of his parents and siblings. While Maxwell was at school, two bullies approached him, one who was 12, the other 13. They pushed Maxwell around for a bit, trying to scare him up a bit. The 13-year-old was taking the lead in the bullying, and the 12-year-old followed. It ended in one of them grabbing the toy and breaking all its arms and legs off, as well as the head. They tossed it at Maxwell, walking away laughing.

Maxwell had never felt this kind of loss before. Not sadness, a feeling of loss for something he loved. But loss in the sense that he had been robbed, stolen from. He felt a kind of rage that some people may never even feel in their lives.

The bullies made their way back home through a nearby forest, a usual route for the two boys. Maxwell knew this. As they walked through a part that was hidden from any roads or houses nearby, Maxwell emerged from some bushes behind them, and smashed a tree branch into the head of the 13-year-old boy. The impact sent the young teen straight to the ground and left him convulsing in seizures. Maxwell quickly turned to the 12-year-old, making another quick swing at his head.

The impact was less severe, but the boy hit the ground nonetheless. Maxwell continued a series of beatings on the boy, turning him into a bloody and bruised mess. The boy begged Maxwell to stop, and eventually he did, but not without leaving a grave warning.

The attack on the two boys was blamed on a random stranger stalking the woods, who never ended up being caught. The 13-year-old couldn’t remember the events at all, given the severity of his head injury, and to this day he still suffers periodic seizures. The 12-year-old could perfectly remember what happened, he never forgot it, and to this day still suffers from intense anxiety attacks.

One thing that the younger boy still remembers is how dark it appeared to get around Maxwell, how the light seemed to completely disappear, and how, in that moment, he was absolutely overcome with an inescapable fear of death. It was the only thing he could think of. It was the only thing Maxwell let him think of.

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#03A89E - Willoughby and Ulysses

So begins...

Maxwell Landon (The Shape)'s Story

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Sept. 14th, 2017 - 8:48 AM
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The engines of the private jet gently thrummed as it glided through the air, a calm reprise from the chaos that Maxwell Landon had crawled out of. He slowly rolled the light brown liquid around the tumbler he had in hand, admiring the way the light glinted in it. "Bit early to be enjoying that isn't it sir?" The words came from Willoughby, a tall, stocky African American man with albinism, who sat next to his twin brother, Ulysses. They both wore the exact same outfit; an oddly cyan colored business suit jacket and matching pants, white dress shirt, white leather shoes, and a cyan blue tie in a Windsor knot. The brothers looked intently to their boss, the one thing that took top priority for them in this world.

The silver haired man continued to stare at the glass. "It's a mourning drink." The pun came out in an entirely neutral tone, his face unchanged. "A toast, to what has been lost." Maxwell turned to meet the gaze of the twins, raising the glass to them. "To life, death, and rebirth." He took a sip of the scotch before setting it down on a table next to him, then looked out the window next to him. "You'll both have to forgive me if I seem like I'm not taking this well. But you're both well aware of how I feel about theft, the absolute insult that it is. And The Union... That is possibly the greatest theft, the greatest insult, I have ever been made to endure."

The two men sat quietly for a moment. "To rebirth then, sir." Ulysses said neutrally. Maxwell nodded, with a sigh and a slight smile. Willoughby spoke up again. "We'll be in Texas soon sir. We already have some supplies and equipment in transit to the property, so work can begin in hopefully no more than a day or two." Their boss nodded once more to them. As the flight continued, his mind poured over ideas and plans for the future. Maxwell Landon was far from done.

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Outskirts of Capetown, Texas. Sept. 14th, 2017 - 1:38 PM
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Maxwell's plane had landed a short while ago at a private airstrip, where was met by a limo which took him and the twins to the rural outskirts of Capetown. After about a 15 minute drive, they had reached the Ranch he had purchased several days ago. It had been a lucky find, and a quick sale, the owner was wanting to move away to an area that was a little more quiet than what Capetown had become. The rancher watched as a silver haired man stepped out of the sleek looking limo, followed by two large, pale men wearing oddly colored suits. He was a little confused by the whole thing, but money was money, so he wasn't about to kick up a fuss.

Maxwell walked over to introduce himself. "Mr. Manion, pleased to finally meet you." The rancher smiled and nodded as they both shook hands. "Likewise Mr. Landon. I hope you don't mind my asking, but ah... Are you really ready for this?" Maxwell gave a polite grin. "I might be a city boy Mr. Manion, but I'm no stranger to hard work. It'll be good for me I think, little quieter than being in the city at least." The rancher gave a nod before they both finally sat down and quickly signed the documents for ownership.

After only a few minutes, the two men shook hands, took their copies of the paperwork, and said their farewells. "Well Mr. Landon, I wish you luck here. Capetown can be a crazy place sometimes. Hope you know what you're in for." Maxwell gave an appreciative smile. "Fortunately I do Mr. Manion, it takes a lot to scare me off. But I do appreciate the thought. Take care of yourself." The old rancher nodded back in appreciation as well before getting into his truck and driving off. Everything had already been moved out in advance, Maxwell had the entire property to himself now.

"Willoughby, Ulysses, let the workers know when they get here that they can start working immediately. The temp house first, then they can work on the rest." Maxwell pulled a cigarette out, lighting it with a silver lighter before taking a few long drags. Time to rebuild again.

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Outskirts of Capetown, Texas. Sept. 20th, 2017 - 10:03 AM
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Maxwell had been up since about 7am this morning, enjoying coffee, a decent breakfast, and enjoying the new view as he kept up on the news. The first day he'd been on the Ranch, the workers built him a 'temporary house' with all glass walls. It was a specially designed 'desert house' that managed to keep the temperature pretty well, and still allow privacy despite the glass walls. It was aesthetic to him, and that's mostly what mattered.

There was plenty on the news about the events of yesterday. Power outages from a cape, and a very strange 'creature' that had attacked the bank. Whatever that thing was, Maxwell found himself quite... Fascinated by it, and the power outage for that matter. His mind became a whirlwind of possibilities, ideas, and ambition. Maxwell had just started on a cigarette when his phone began to go wild, a strange beeping coming from it, which was when he caught the distant sound of air raid sirens.

There was a loud thudding sound as Willoughby and Ulysses rushed through the door and into the glass house."Sir. It's an abhorrent." They both spoke gravely. Maxwell looked between the two of them for a moment, a silent pause hung in the air, almost louder than the blaring ring of his phone, or the distant air raid sirens. Finally, a grin began to form on Maxwell's face. "Perfect." Maxwell quickly opened steel crate that had been sitting in a side room, changing from his suit and into the black, ominous clothing of his new 'uniform'.

"Alright, we still have some of the drones, correct?" The two twins nodded. "Yes sir, seven." Willoughby replied. "Good. I want you to send all of them out to the city. Find some safe vantage points for them, and set them to a live feed. I want you both here recording everything that the cameras pick up." The two twins nodded. "Of course sir. What all do you want us to record sir? Just the Abhorrent?" Maxwell smiled, shaking his head.

"No, record EVERYTHING. The Abhorrent, the Capes, and anything else that happens. I don't want you to miss a thing. That's why I want the live feed; we can lose the drones, but we cannot lose the footage." Ulysses nodded and spoke up. "We'll get it done sir." Maxwell nodded to them as he placed his mask upon his head finally. "Good. Gentlemen, what happens today may very well become part of research and development for us. Let's hope for a good show."

Maxwell started to leave before one of them spoke up. "Sir, are you... Certain that this is a good idea? The odds of death-" The Shape raised a hand to halt any further comment. "Business, life, power itself. It's all about risk. You don't take them, you get no payoffs, and you stay stagnant, weak, mediocre. I refuse to be mediocre." He turned to face them again, the ominous white mask hiding any semblance of the human wearing it. "Rebirth gentlemen." And with that, Maxwell made his way to the city.

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Capetown, Texas. Sept. 20th, 2017 - 10:40 AM
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Maxwell had made it to the outskirts of the crowd of capes only a few minutes ago, and things were already starting to get tense. He was somewhat worried about all the capes here, but being on the outskirts meant he had more freedom to move out quickly if need be. The Triumvirate was on scene, and their little drones were flying around, attaching to people's arms. Maxwell did not like that one bit, but it was hard to say where this was going as of yet. At least he was on 'radio silence'. The twins would be able to work on their own without direction from him, for now, he just had to stay focused on what he could learn from the ground level.

He let the drone in front of him finally attach to his arm. If it became a problem and came down to it, he'd saw his arm off and get a tinker to make him a new one.

"How long does it usually take before we start getting information? I almost expect a riot simply because of the collectively anxiety."

Maxwell turned to face a glossy black looking figure. He was a little surprised the man was speaking to him, though perhaps under these dire circumstances it was normal to make conversation even with total strangers.

"Sorry friend, but this is probably as new to me as it is to you." He spoke with a mildly friendly tone. Finally Legend, one of the Triumvirate, began his 'heroic' and 'empowering' speech, which became much less of the two when he began to give the audience of capes the actual information on the Abhorrent.

"I suppose we both have our answer now." Maxwell said to the other cape. He stayed facing towards Legend himself, but Maxwell's eyes occasionally glanced over the strange exterior of the man next to him. It was rather fascinating he had to admit, perhaps even impressive. Certainly it would be interesting to see how this man fared in real combat...

Legend had finally wrapped up his speech before the crowd was met with the sound of violent destruction. Tangle was here. "Show time." Maxwell whispered to himself, grinning under his mask as he broke into a sprint towards some of the surrounding buildings, further away from the Abhorrent.

Having made it rather quickly around the mass of people running in panic, The Shape had made it up into an office building, having climbed a few stories and now peering out at the chaos in the streets from a window. He watched, waited, and tried to learn as everything unfolded. The thing on his arm kept alerting him about capes going down, obtaining injuries, etc. This thing was dangerous, absolutely no doubt about that. On one hand, it was a bit frustrating, how powerful and insurmountable it seemed. On the other hand... It was inspiring. For now, Maxwell waited and watched, curious what Tangle would do, and equally as curious what the capes were going to do.

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Character Portrait: Jasmin Lehtinen (Sähkö) Character Portrait: Jericho Amile (Wendigo/Ghoul) Character Portrait: Alexander Dalton Character Portrait: Terry 'Tess' Farina (Hush) Character Portrait: Mara Haruka Black Character Portrait: Kayle Tallion (Twisted Smile) Character Portrait: Lucas Eklund (Chrysopoeia) Character Portrait: Vic Martel (Nobody) Character Portrait: Logan "Shatterstrike" Hartigen Character Portrait: Nova Edinger Character Portrait: Victor "LTL" Stellianos Character Portrait: Maxwell Landon (The Shape)

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The atmosphere was anything but pleasant. Even as someone who could influence others emotions on a mass scale, this was something that put even Kayle on edge. Everyone looked ready to fight, but not necessarily the Abhorrent. Glances, deliberate stares, feigned insults and threatening physical postures. Villains, vigilantes and heroes alike all crowded into a space with their potentially worst enemies outside of genocidal monsters of nightmares. Already people were feeling the friction, emotion taking over logic in a bid for immediate satisfaction. Kayle’s eyes floated over them, watching as the fight was broken up and only barely paying attention to the briefing that the ‘best of the best’ were giving them. In fact, it took him longer than he would have liked to notice the box floating in front of him with what appeared to be a bracelet of some sort. Looking around, he saw nearly everyone donning it, lawful and evil alike. He didn’t like the idea of wearing anything made by someone who, on any other day, would most likely be hunting him down, but this was a different situation.

Once it attached itself to his arm, he rubbed it slightly but didn’t find that it was heavy or otherwise in the way. It did seem to be a mixture of tracking and communication device, which made Kayle even more uneasy, but considering the chaos that was about to unfold, he couldn’t fault them for wanting some way to coordinate with the superhumans here. Looking back at the four ‘veterans’ so to speak addressing the crowd, he couldn’t help but feel some anxiety. Now, he had been asked more than a few times in a couple different situations, ‘Aren’t you afraid?’. Even in a situation like this, where death was more likely than survival, and survival was not technically ‘alive’, he couldn’t say that he was. Anxiety, impatience, a small amount of anger, but fear? He couldn’t say that he was afraid of the abhorrent, more akin to annoyed by it. Which struck even Kayle as odd as he reflected inwardly for a moment.

He remembered the conversation he had with the changer just moments ago, and found himself wondering why, at this specific time, he had chosen that route over outright ignorance? Maybe he was more prideful than he liked to admit. Why, at this specific time, he looked at others with contempt rather than compassion or understanding. Maybe he was more closed off than he liked to admit. He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing slowly and bringing himself back in line with his mentality, that of someone who would take that extra step when no one else would. Morality be damned, he had a job to do.

When Legend started talking more about the abhorrent, he realized his chances of being able to do something to the creature itself dropped to zero. With the radiation threat, not only would his chains refuse to manifest in any proper capacity, due to a weakness to radiation he found out a couple years ago against a particularly nasty villain, but with a limited time frame to find his doc after contact, the radiation itself would most likely kill him before he could do anything. Everything else was more or less in the realm of possibility to deal with though. The ability to control light made things a bit difficult, but if you were 75 feet tall with a tail spanning several dozen city blocks, being invisible didn’t really help much.

Kayle cracked his knuckles, one at a time out of a sense of keeping his hands busy. He wouldn’t be able to fight Tangle directly, but he could keep the plants at bay, prevent collateral damage and escort any potential injured capes or civilians away from the fight. He would have to be mindful of the radiation aura though, the closer he got the less effective he would be. That could be said for any number of capes, but for him especially. To be honest, having heard about it now, Kayle couldn’t help but feel a sense of uselessness wash over him as he realized he wasn’t going to necessarily be part of the effort pushing Tangle back. He bit the inside of his cheek a bit, more out of indignity than anything else.

As if the whole thing had been rehearsed, the moment Legend was done filling them in, the sound of destruction forced everyone’s head to whip to the source. There, somehow appearing as if from thin air, Tangle sat like a budding flower filled with murderous intent. Like some scene out of a monster movie, it turned to face them, unleashing a shriek that made even Kayle wince in pain at the thought of it. Instantly capes were moving to perform whatever tasks they thought they could do, while Kayle was part of the group running away. His chains burst from his form, impacting the ground and lifting him into the air as he propelled himself away from the conflict. Not necessarily because he was afraid, but because as he thought earlier, the radiation would render his abilities useless.

As he was floating through the air on his spider leg chains, he noticed that while some were rushing forward, others were running away, there was a group of capes standing still and not doing a damn thing in any capacity. Normally, Kayle would have chastised such behaviour. Villain or hero, this kind of thing came with the territory, but not even Kayle could fault them for being shocked into a standstill at the sight of Tangle. In fact, it was the very changer that Kayle had insulted and essentially mocked that made the first move. Picking him out of the crowd wasn’t hard as his ability to shift was...not exactly pleasant on the eyes. Having picked up some people, screaming at them to scatter. Whatever his opinions on the man, he wasn’t wrong.

Being someone capable of doing something in that instance, chains launched themselves towards the group that was still watching Tangle with nothing but either shock or fascination, grabbing as many people as he could before moving all of them a few blocks back. There was no preference in his actions, simply taking anyone who was standing still. Once he placed everyone down, he launched himself into the air again. This time, he took up a stance at roughly 4 stories, watching the ensuing chaos with a sense of anxiety once more. He wanted to do something, but like always, his logical side won out as he found himself simply watching for an opportunity.

It was then that a voice came from the bracelet. Looking over, listening as it listed names and statuses. So that’s what it was for. A way for people to realize just how powerful, and fruitless, this was ultimately going to be.

You didn’t need to have an empathy aura to know this wasn’t going to inspire confidence.

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Character Portrait: Jasmin Lehtinen (Sähkö) Character Portrait: Jericho Amile (Wendigo/Ghoul) Character Portrait: Alexander Dalton Character Portrait: Terry 'Tess' Farina (Hush) Character Portrait: Mara Haruka Black Character Portrait: Kayle Tallion (Twisted Smile) Character Portrait: Devon Metzger(freischütz) Character Portrait: Vic Martel (Nobody) Character Portrait: Nova Edinger Character Portrait: Victor "LTL" Stellianos Character Portrait: Maxwell Landon (The Shape)

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Maxwell watched as the chaos unfolded in the streets. The battle, for all intents and purposes, was not going well. Capes, Villains, Vigilantes, they all got batted away like flies. "So much for the unspoken rules." He smirked, though more out of disdain for the concept, but it soon faded. No sense in endangering himself over the matter. As the chaos ensued though, something caught his eye, over on the streets. At first it looked like two children, but in a mere moment it became only one. The little girl laid there for a moment, Maxwell felt a slight sensation of... Pity? Or perhaps just familiarity, but he felt it all the same.

"Poor thing... Still a mere child and the world has already robbed you." He contemplated going down to help, but his thoughts were quickly put aside. The... 'Thing' from the TV, or so it seemed to be it, had dropped down to the pavement to quickly grab the girl and run off. "This... May be a more interesting day than I had originally expected." A slight grin grew on The Shape's face.

The windows beside Maxwell exploded as a shower of glass was thrown across the room, a brief moment of colorful bliss as the sun glinted off the fragments. The Shape had thrown himself to the ground, rolling back as far away from the windows as he could, looking back up just in time to see a piece of sidewalk fall from the window frame, down to the ground below. Turned out Tangle had a pretty good throw too. One more thing to keep in mind. Before anything else got thrown his way, Maxwell quickly made his way to an exit door, and quickly made his way down the stairs within. Elevator would be a death trap at this point.

Once he was back on the ground level, Maxwell burst through an emergency exit door and started running. He stuck to the back alleys for now as he tried to get an idea of what direction that thing from the news was running in.
"Gotta close this gap quick, before he makes any more distance." He didn't know much about whatever he was chasing after, but he knew that it could be fast, much faster than most humans on foot.

There. Maxwell managed to catch a glimpse of the thing turning down another street, so Maxwell ran out of the alleys and back onto the main streets. Some of Tangle's minions were running around, some engaged with capes, but others were not. No time to waste. Both his 87's were quickly in hand as Maxwell began to run through the crowd, careful not to get too close to the plant creatures. One of them jumped up towards him, too quick for him to get a shot immediately. He braced against the thing with his left arm, letting it grab him as he lifted his right up to put the barrel against the thing's head. One shot and it's head was burst apart, sending the thing to the ground writhing and flopping around.

Maxwell kept moving.

A few began to run towards him, two on his left, and one on his right. Aiming at the left two, he opened fire on their bodies, letting the bullets rip their flesh up till moving became impossible. Clicks sounded letting him know he needed to reload. Not enough time just yet. When the right one got close enough he dropped the pistols, flicked a knife out from his coat, and let it jump at him. The blade made it's way into the creature's neck, and Maxwell, started carving his way through. It kicked and flailed madly at him, almost knocking him to the ground, but he managed to decapitate it before it could overpower him. The Shape quickly picked up his guns again and kept moving, ejecting the magazines from his firearms before quickly reloading them. This time he moved even faster, he'd lost too much ground with the thing he was following, and couldn't lose any more.

In a few brief moments, The Shape had made it to the alley he'd seen the thing turn down, and upon rounding the corner was immediately met by a cape and some nightmarish looking creature. It was the thing he had decided to follow, and it... Had the girl inside of it? She seemed unharmed, but he was confused nonetheless. The cape there was a woman, a little taller than typical, wearing what appeared to be a motorcycle helmet.

Maxwell gave a slight nod to the group.
"Looks like we're all getting our workouts today huh?" He spoke with a slightly friendly tone, but despite the attempted joke, his voice carried more somber sympathy than anything else.

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Character Portrait: Jericho Amile (Wendigo/Ghoul) Character Portrait: Terry 'Tess' Farina (Hush) Character Portrait: Mara Haruka Black Character Portrait: Devon Metzger(freischütz) Character Portrait: Maxwell Landon (The Shape)

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During her first moments back into reality, Mara’s body was jerked to the left side in one swift movement. The moment her eyes peaked open, she realized that someone was carrying her. Her Butterflies were near her, but she could feel that there was a barrier. They were still above her, she still had control. Mara’s head lulled from side to side and realized that she was inside of some sort of ugly and non-existent animal. She felt like with a reckless driver. Wait. No, this presence was familiar…

Wendigo…? Why is he here? Ace? Ace was…

A vision of her brother’s lifeless eyes flashed at the back of her mind. No! Mara covered her eyes and squeezed her eyes shut, but the picture just became more vivid. His missing bottom half. His bloodied body. His unmoving eyes, staring into nothing. His smile wasn’t there. He wasn’t here.

He’s not here! Stupid! Stop, stop, stop stop.

“Cut it, cut it, please CUT IT RIGHT NOW.”

Mara gasped in surprise and looked up, now watching Wendigo and a lady defeat an ugly-looking monster. She could see his fur, the very same one from the poor sandwich shop that Ace took her to. It looked so soft… It didn’t fail to captivate her once again.

Save… save people.

Yeah, that’s what Ace would say. Help as many people as you can. If Ace can’t do it right now, then she had to. She had to help as many people as she could. The image of Ace’s lifeless eyes crossed her mind again. Mara had to do it. She could help. Somehow. Her eyes drifted to the lady in the helmet. A good fighter with great instincts, but no ability? Or maybe she didn’t use her ability?

“There’s more coming. I plan to take the fight to them.” The lady said and started to move again. Before she could get far, someone else ran into the alley. Two someone elses, actually. A hero and a vigilante? Probably not a hero, but his comment seemed friendly even though it didn't really apply to her. She didn’t use her powers today, she didn’t run, and was currently sitting inside of Wendigo. That hero was definitely from the poor sandwich shop. How could she forget when Ace was about to act as an off-duty hero, only for an on-duty hero to show up.

Forgetting that Ace was... gone.. for just a while, she would focus on helping this group fight whatever they need to fight.

Okay, Mara, she mouthed to herself, Just help them with whatever. Focus.

She would join Ace after she helped with the invasion. He would be proud of her.

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Character Portrait: Jericho Amile (Wendigo/Ghoul) Character Portrait: Terry 'Tess' Farina (Hush) Character Portrait: Mara Haruka Black Character Portrait: Devon Metzger(freischütz) Character Portrait: Maxwell Landon (The Shape)

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Tess’s combat seemed to have drawn a few more capes to her location. Perhaps the sound of her and Wendigo fighting acted as a beacon for them to rally? Looking over to the first, a man judging by the voice, but no cape Tess recognised. She listened as he made some playful banter. She appreciated his levity in the face of such adversity. The kind of people that could joke at a time like this were a welcome source of confidence and morale. That said, did his mask have to be so unsettling? Then again, by comparison to Wendigo she knew which she’d prefer any day. Still, should she respond to his joke in kind? Or bring focus back down to the task at hand? She felt so inexperienced and socially awkward, particular when it came to this hero business. Maybe she could try to do both?

“Let’s hope we all live to feel sore tomorrow.” Hush stated, surprising herself with the weight she managed in her voice. She felt stupid, but maybe that came off alright? Even if it was a little morbid, it was supposed to be light-hearted but not hiding the seriousness and… She was overanalysing things again. Time to move on. Shifting herself, to turn back towards her intended path, Tess decided to reiterate her plan as she started to move, though honestly she was unsure if any of them would follow. “I plan to try and run rescue work and clean up duty on Tangle’s minions. If we can follow after it, we should find some survivors. I’d appreciate any help.” As she started to make her way to follow the path of destruction left by Tangle, another approached the group, this time, one she recognised.

With his combat gear and seniority, Tess reflexively felt like saluting, but resisted the urge. "Sir, miss, I would urge you to be careful if you are heading that way. You'll be heading directly towards where Legend is currently engaging Tangle." Freischütz spoke, stopping in front of them, and in all honesty, Tess was surprised by his politeness. She got the idea that he’d be kind of gruff given the soldier vibe, but she knew better than to judge books by their cover, so she dismissed the thought. Again, stopping felt like she was wasting time, but recklessness would only get her killed.

“Thank you for the warning, Fray-Shoots.” Resorting to phonetics in a bid to try and pronounce his hero name correctly, Tess gestured to herself. “I go by Hush. I plan to be careful with Tangle’s danger field, but without metal, I should be able to get closer than most to help out anyone that’s fallen behind. I have some teleportation powers, so I’ll just be pulling people out as safely as I can.” Looking to both the earlier gentleman, as well as Freischütz, a plan began formulating in her mind. “You’re both proficient in firearms, right? If you could provide me with cover from Tangle’s minions, that’d make it much easier for me to find and save people if I focus on avoiding them.” Adjusting her gaze to look to Wendigo, Tess swallowed, and then continued. “You’d be perfect to help evacuate the injured like you did before. If we work together, I’m sure we can help them.”

After running through her plan, Tess’ attention was distracted by a bright burst of light, the source of which unclear, but likely something that had been aimed at Tangle. Only letting it hold her attention for a moment, she continued to explain her thoughts. “Tangle’s fast, but if we stick close, I should be able to warp us clear if it does start to turn on us. I have a friend that’s helping with the triage and medical teams too, so I know where we can take people.” It was a rough plan, but it was a plan all the same. Looking between the group, Tess waited for some feedback before they went to move. After all, she was just a teenager. She’d recede to their seniority if they had a better idea.

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Character Portrait: Jericho Amile (Wendigo/Ghoul) Character Portrait: Terry 'Tess' Farina (Hush) Character Portrait: Mara Haruka Black Character Portrait: Devon Metzger(freischütz) Character Portrait: Vic Martel (Nobody) Character Portrait: Maxwell Landon (The Shape)

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Maxwell smiled slightly under his mask at the young woman's response. "If it's any comfort, I have a good feeling we'll live to feel terrible afterwards." He responded with a slight chuckle. As the young woman gave her plan, he nodded along, contemplating what it would mean for The Shape. His thoughts and feelings multiplied, but logically he was seeing this as the most productive use of his time. No sense in needless death, and this seemed like an interesting opportunity to network as well. Definitely a colorful group of capes, if ever there was one.

Before anyone could say anything else, the young woman began to make her way out of the alley, only to be met by yet another individual. Another cape, but this one kitted out like some kind of soldier. Very interesting. The man warned them about Tangle, and the young woman quickly identified the two of them as 'Fray-Shoots' (whom Maxwell believed must be the 'Freischütz' he'd heard named on his wrist band earlier), and 'Hush'.

Hush began to give a rundown of her plan, a rescue operation, albeit one that could be risky. Having thought that, it was also the only realistic plan that seemed viable. Bright light also caught Maxwell's eye as well, slightly turning his gaze while Hush spoke, trying to figure out where it came from. The Shape thought he may have briefly seen a faint arc of lightning perhaps. Someone must be feeling quite brave. Hush finished speaking and looked to the rest of the group, eliciting a nod of approval from The Shape.


"Hush has the most realistic plan as of right now. I saw the Triumvirate, albeit briefly, thrashing Tangle with everything they've got. Barely a dent on that thing. If we're winning this battle today, it's going to take time, and a lot of destruction. At this rate, damage control is about the best we can manage."

Maxwell paused for a moment to let the group take things into consideration, before giving some more input of his own. "I think we need to begin making contact with other capes as well, we're going to need more rescue teams, and some scouts or messengers. If Tangle doesn't stay put, we're going to need to be able to move these people to a more secure location. This battle could very likely be a very mobile one, so I hope you all like running." He left it on a somewhat lighter note. Fear, anger, negativity in general, these were going to be distractions in the fight, and distractions would get people killed.

Speaking of distractions, something else caught Maxwell's eye again, he turned his gaze just slightly to the side and up, just in time to witness someone falling from one of the buildings. Another tragedy it seemed, but.... Maxwell realized there was something familiar about the shape he saw. It was nearly impossible to tell, but he could swear it looked like that cape from the battle with the 'tar-monster' here with them. Another small smirk grew underneath the mask, The Shape feeling fairly certain that would not be the last time they'd be seeing that girl. In fact, today of all days, there might be quite a few reunions.

Today was a terribly interesting day.

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Character Portrait: Jericho Amile (Wendigo/Ghoul) Character Portrait: Terry 'Tess' Farina (Hush) Character Portrait: Mara Haruka Black Character Portrait: Devon Metzger(freischütz) Character Portrait: Maxwell Landon (The Shape)

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While the grown-ups were talking, Mara sat comfy in her little space and listened. So the name of the hero from the sandwich shop was named Fray shoots, a name she was pretty sure she just misspelled in her head. The woman was called Hush. She sounded kind of young, maybe around Ace's age, but she was taking the lead. It was something Mara found herself slightly admiring. Her eyes wandered to the masked man and wondered what the man with the mask was called.

A bright light flashed only for a brief moment, but nothing seemed to be in the following moments so she didn't pay much attention to it and brought her attention back to the conversation. She didn't like what she was hearing very much. Damage control was the best they could do. They couldn't beat that monster. It seemed next to impossible. But damage control was something she could do, at least. This would be her first time working with people other than her brother. It unsettled her. Still, she felt like she needed to help somehow.

Mara was a human shield, she was sure that she had the endurance for this mission, and she had the monster's lasers stored away in gas form, at her disposal to use against its minions. She just wasn't sure if she could work well with people she'd just met after waking up inside of Wendigo. She should probably try. Ace had always said that working in good teams led to better results, after all.

The swirling blue cloud surrounding Wendigo suddenly condensed into a small ball of gas about the size of a basketball, and it stood floating next to the small form sitting inside of the creature that Mara called Wendigo. She tapped on the barrier lightly, afraid that she might be hurting Wendigo if she knocked instead.

Jericho had stood quietly, panting in his new, more muscled 'Wendigo' form as he listened to the other three talk of a gameplan. He kept nervously looking back towards his other body, watching for signs that the girl he had picked up was either awake, or ... Awake. His worried looks were well warranted, as he took note of the faint silhouette within the chitin and flesh 'pod' moved. He said nothing, didn't even look towards the others before he moved.

An almost comically overlarge paw landed on the top of the 'pod', ink pulsing through the forearm of the Wendigo fur before spreading over the pod. The child inside would've felt warmth, almost scalding in its temperature, as the flesh and bone and chitin of the body she was held within pulsed and began melting away. It deconstructed in a manner that was entirely too clean for how Wendigo usually shifted his 'meatsuits' eheh. Organic material sloughed away, slowly lowering the child inside to the concrete below as it turned to ink. The material rushed up Wendigo's arm, and his form swelled in size and bulk. "Oh. Uh. Hullo."

The little girl's shock was obvious by the way her eyes blinked harshly in rapid succession. She found it amazing to see the transformation happen so close to her. She stared at Wendigo as he greeted her and then smiled politely, nodding in greeting only a moment later.

"Hello." Her voice was a barely audible whisper. So this is what he looked like up close. Mara's eyes was once again pulled by his fur. Hair? She wasn't sure, but it looked really soft, and she was itching to touch it... but Ace would say to ask first. Now was certainly not the time to ask.. to touch... his fur..... Her mouth opened and closed right after. Yes, another time maybe.

Wendigo peered down at the girl, his form having no visible eyes, though they were sunken inside the massive deer skull he was using as a head. A tilt of the head was followed by a worried grunt, as impulse told him to lift the girl up.

A startlingly human voice left his throat, though the skull never moved beyond the act of tilting to the other side. “Are you... Alright? You’ve got that gas stuff following you. Is that your power? Can I carry you- do I need to carry you? You didn’t look hurt after-“ he abruptly cut himself off, twitching and tilting his head upward as a heaving sigh left him. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to be carrying you about a lot. I don’t know if you have any movement... abilities? On you, so if you don’t like being picked up now is the time to clarify that.” He rambled, turning to look back at the others as a third arm grew and reached out towards the girl before him, palm upward. She blinked rapidly once again as the arm descended. “If you’d like you can hold onto my antlers. I think those three are planning on moving, and I can’t- in good conscience- leave you by your lonesome here...”

He found himself crouching, lowering his bulk so that she could climb up on her own terms if need be... And found that she starkly reminded him of Jasmin, in the sense that she was entirely business at first glance. And to his own chagrin, Jericho didn’t look too far past first glances.

Mara followed the movement as Wendigo crouched down in front of her invitingly. Just now there were so many questions at once that she didn't respond right away, but instead answered them in her head first.

"Are you... Alright?" Yes.

"You've got that gas stuff following you. Is that your power?" Kind of. My power is mainly to absorb and reconstruct anything that physically harm me.

"Can I carry you- do I need to carry you?" Mara blinked, but he carried on with the next question before she could construct a proper answer in her head.

"You didnt look hurt after-" She tilted her head in confusion, wondering why he stopped so suddenly. Thinking back on it, Mara realized that Wendigo must have found her next to Ace's... dead body. She was confident in her agility, but after seeing Wendigo move, Mara thought that it would be in her best interest to move around with him for now. At least, until she was needed as a human shield.

It would be nice to have a companion, if only for a short bit. Mara reached out her hand to touch the fur she'd been wanting to touch since she first laid eyes on it and found herself satisfied. It was light and thin, slightly rough to the touch. She finished climbing on top and grabbed onto the antlers. Her hands barely wrapped around the entirety of the antlers.

Mara didn't answer any of his questions earlier. That was a bit rude of her. Sitting high on top of Wendigo's head, she felt a renewed energy. She felt slightly giddy and a felt a need to answer Wendigo about her Butterflies and her not being harmed. Maybe it would be a good idea for the group to know too?

"My," she started softly, her eyes set on Wendigo's antlers. She tried again, slightly louder, but sounding less confident than she would like. She rubbed an antler with her thumb for comfort. "My power is to absorb and re-materialize physical weapons that-that can touch me... I-I can act as a shield... for people. It won't hurt me. Um..." she hesitated. "I already absorbed.. Tangle's laser... so, I can.. shoot minions, too." That was bad.

Jericho stayed quiet for a moment longer before adding his voice in, a quick swirl of ink changing it from the probable human pitch and tone, to a deep, bass rumble that vibrated through the massive chest of his form. He was postured like a gorilla, though the third arm that came to a rest against his side made his silhouette lopsided and asymmetrical. “She did, actually. Saw it with my own eyes when I first picked her up... Hm.”

Wendigo shifted his weight some, speaking up almost immediately after he finished his first statement. “I can’t really guarantee much aid, but if we need to move large rubble, or if y’all just need some heavy muscle, I’m good for it.” He nodded towards “fray-shoots” as “Hush” called the soldier-dressed cape. “I can also move faster than you and Mister-Mask, while carrying you both, so I can work as a mount... But I think I’m useless otherwise if I’m very honest.”

Mara patted Wendigo lightly on the head twice.

"I'll protect you. Just use me as your shield."

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Character Portrait: Jericho Amile (Wendigo/Ghoul) Character Portrait: Terry 'Tess' Farina (Hush) Character Portrait: Mara Haruka Black Character Portrait: Devon Metzger(freischütz) Character Portrait: Maxwell Landon (The Shape)

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The woman thanked Devon for the warning and made an attempt at pronouncing his cape name, he never minded it too much if they screwed up his name and it wasn't even that bad. She introduced herself as Hush while he took a moment to look around the others gathered there. An odd assortment of people to say the least, but that wasn't uncommon for any grouping of capes to turn into.

Hush then formulated her plan for a search and rescue operation. She seemed to have a good head on her shoulders, Protection for those doing the rescuing, an extraction point to bring the evacuees to and even a gtfo option just in case they attracted Tangles attention or he wandered into their direction. They'd be able to operate much closer to Tangles zones of control than most other rescue crews would dare or even be able to.

The masked man was the first to give his opinion of the plan, fully understanding the nature of this battle as one of attrition. He then suggested to make contact with more capes to get more rescue teams and some recon/communications going. It sounded like a valid idea, but unless they were lucky enough to find more capes capable of providing the same gtfo capabilities any of the other teams would be in significantly more danger and he wasn't too fond of that idea. Having a contingency plan to evacuate the rescues and the triage people to a safer location when things get too hot there however was a near necessity and he doubted the fact that whomever was there would have the capabilities to get all the injured out of there and to a safer location on moments notice.

"Until we find more capes capable of warping a group of people out of Tangle's path I think we should put the idea of splitting up into multiple groups on ice, or they should should stay much further from the damn thing. I wouldn't feel comfortable asking people to take that big of a risk, greater good or not. But I agree we should try to recruit any other capes we come across." He said while keeping an ear and an eye on the interactions eldritch cape and the little girl had.

Moments later both of them pitch in on the conversation, the little girl explaining her curious powers and her willingness to act as a shield for the others. While he would have easily accepted such a statement from someone who looked like they could take an artillery barrage and ask for seconds with a smile, hearing those words shyly come from the mouth of a little girl it just felt so very wrong.

Then the eldritch ink artisan pitched in humbly mentioning that he'd be good for heavy muscle or as a mount and not that much more. It seemed he thought too lightly of his own capabilities in this situation, honestly if he helped evacuating injured people before carrying them out of harms way presumably then he'd already be more useful than half of the HLA capes stationed at Capetown. Devon turned to Wendigo. "HLA gave me special piercing ammo designed to have the most armor piercing capability in a single bullet imaginable, all I could do with it was put a teeny tiny hole in Tangle's outer layers of armor. Doubt he even realized they were there before it regenerated. If you've helped injured people evacuate, you've already been much more useful than I can hope to be. I'm just a human sized battle tank that can fire a couple special effects, if I ever move into the metal decaying zone of tangle for more than a few seconds any and all worth of me as a cape just vanishes into thin air."

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Character Portrait: Jasmin Lehtinen (Sähkö) Character Portrait: Jericho Amile (Wendigo/Ghoul) Character Portrait: Terry 'Tess' Farina (Hush) Character Portrait: Mara Haruka Black Character Portrait: Devon Metzger(freischütz) Character Portrait: Maxwell Landon (The Shape)

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The sensation of crawling panic wasn't fading...

Jericho stared around at the assembled group for a little longer, nodding politely at Freischutz for his... Reassuring sort of words. His attention shifted to Hush- (though he didn't know that was their names) and his crocodile-rumble-voice leaped into the air once more. "My name is Wendigo... Though most of you know that. I have a secondary name of Ghoul. You can also call me Jericho. I'll answer to all of them," And up came the arm with the bracelet-band, "I think we can ping and communicate using these... Dunno if they have a like, range on them... Hm."

The arm was lowered, and Jericho stood minutely taller, stretching his third arm outward and upward as the massive paw-mit of the appendage swirled with ink and then shot off into the air. It took the form of a finch, though the feathers were a brilliantly colored blue and white-gray. It rose, and rose, and rose up into the air, flapping its wings with an otherwise unnecessary fervency. A cord, maybe as thick as an expo marker, stretched from where the orifice for digestive waste would have normally been for a bird, down to Jericho's still upheld arm. From it, he regained his bird's eye view of the battlefield, just in time to witness Tangle retaliate towards... Someone?

The monstrous plant shifted its body, turned away from Legend- poor bastard wasn't even denting it -And instead focusing on a relatively familiar building. A laser blasted away at the rooftop of the parking garage, blinding the finch for a moment before the retinas were repaired from below. A rolling pulse of ink ran through the cord and into the flying bird, Jericho grunting unhappily as he 'wasted' what negligible mass was needed to repair the eyes of the finch. Another pulse of ink was sent not even moments later as another laser bisected the building. The eyes came back into focus once again, with Jericho muttering "Like a shitty fuckin' camera..." on the ground below. The parking garage was all of a sudden shiny, bright metallic gray, and tilted at an incredibly incorrect angle. Tangle's tail was in the air, and before Jericho's (really the finch's eyes) a small dome of metal formed and then was impacted with violent force. He watched as the tail came away, left a scarlet... smear... and the words: "Chrysopoeia down." echoed tonelessly from the bracelet around his other arm.

The panic coils in the heart...

His voice, quick and panicked, rumbled out to the others whilst a secondary mouth forms half way up his forearm, two conversations carrying at once. The first rapidly telling the others that "Tangle just blasted a building with his lasers... We should move behind him. We're about... Two, two-and-a-half streets away from him." While the second whispered hurriedly into the open air. "Open a line to Sähkö!" before pausing and waiting, hurriedly speaking as the band notified him that the 'Connection Established.' "Hey. Are you okay? Chrys- Your- Your friend's name just came off the bracelet," He waited a heartbeat... "Grunt if you're not okay?"

A tiny, nearly inaudible grunt echoed from the bracelet in response.

"Grunt if you're trapped in that dome...?" A short moment paused, and Jericho's heart squeezed with worry and fear before- "Help. Trapped. Hurry? Probably not a lot of air." -leapt forth from the bracelet. "I'll... I- uh- I'll see what I can do! Hold on." His head rose some, the finch continuing to flit and flutter about high above them giving him the view of the battle he needed. And then, his body shifted forward, haltingly moving past the group- Even with the girl on his head- before pausing and turning back towards them. "Well... We- We gotta- Fuck- We have to go help other people too. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Hush you can- You can make portals right? Fuck me. Um." He paused, twitching as the sound of rustling ... Matter, made its way into his eardrums. A quiet gasp of 'God... Fuck you.' left Jericho's lips, before he reached out and began moving as an almost spider shaped plant-mass crawled up and over the rooftop of a nearby building. He tilted his head up towards the creature, before jolting and pausing as a silent beam of light seared through the middle of the creation.

A bright, cobalt blue butterfly fluttered by his face as the girl holding onto his antlers stared the charred 'corpse' down. The mass fell, and one of Jericho’s arms reached out and laid flat on a limb of the plant-monster, ink spreading out over the entirety of it before ‘melting’ and seeping down through the matter. A soft sigh echoed from the changer, as over a period of at most, maybe thirteen seconds, the plant limb was absorbed up into his body as extra, usable mass. “Okay… Okay. Let’s go save some people, and after I’ve gotten some away, Hush, I’ll need you to teleport me to Jas- Sähkö. Please…

He didn’t wait for an answer, pausing and thinking for a moment before he lifted the arm with the band and murmured into it. “Um… Ping nearby incapacitated capes, please?” He shifted forms as he waited, listening as the band went silent for a moment before listing off several names of capes within (what Jericho didn’t know) a good 90 foot radius around him. His hind legs changed as it kept listing names, and even as the sound of a quiet, chiming ‘viung vieng’ made itself audible from down the alleyway they were gathered in.

They now had a direction, and as Jericho began moving towards the sound, he felt-

Stress. Boiling under the surface. Useless futile fear.

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Character Portrait: Jasmin Lehtinen (Sähkö) Character Portrait: Jericho Amile (Wendigo/Ghoul) Character Portrait: Alexander Dalton Character Portrait: Terry 'Tess' Farina (Hush) Character Portrait: Mara Haruka Black Character Portrait: Devon Metzger(freischütz) Character Portrait: Maxwell Landon (The Shape)

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Ten to fifteen minutes had past by. The sound of broken glass, cracking concrete and and groaning metal filled Alex's ears constantly. Only periodically being being cut through by shouts and screams. of civilians or capes? He honestly couldn't tell anymore. The city seemed to be half in ruins now from the "reclaimer's" rampage. Now and again a stray plant minion would try and leap at him as he flew past. said plants were always met with a sudden wall of telekinetic force to whatever could be considered a face. He could barely recognize some of the streets as he flew past. He was nearly a block away from Dean's workplace now. The fact that it had taken so long was infuriating. Took long enough. God I hope he was able to keep his head down. The only shred of good news he had been getting was the stream of texts from Dean showing that he was ok.

Help is on the way just hang in there please! >

< Jesus dude are you ok? The city sounds like it's a out to fall apart!

I'm fine, just try to hold out, I'll explain later trust me >

< In all of this??! Dude you'll get yourself killed!

I said trust me. I'll be ok. >

< Bro are you saying what I think you are????

No time. Block away. See you soon. >


The building was looking worse for ware but somehow in one piece for the time being. the thought of relief never crossed Alex's mind as he looked down and saw what had to be close to at least a dozen of Tangle's creeps scouring the place. Pulling apart brick and stone and breaking down anything that seemed man made to make way for the coming growth brought on by the abhorrent that spawned them. He Scowled. Why and how were there even so many in this spot? Didn't really matter now, he had other priorities in mind. "Time to do some gardening, then grab Dean and get him out of here. sounds easy enough" He released the barrier disc he had been riding on and dropped straight down onto the street with a load crack of the asphalt, gaining the attention of the shambling creatures. What had looked like a dozen quickly became more daunting as he soon realized that each one was considerably larger then himself. Gulping hard and cracking his neck, he waved tauntingly. Well? come and get me!

As if on cue, the minions scrambled together and surged towards the lone teen. Alex quickly flexed his powers and formed a thick dome around himself. With his defenses raised, he threw his arms out towards the minions charging him and sent walls of flying psychic energy to slam into them. While some were able to evade the walls easier then Alex though, he was able to snag a few. Any that happened to slam into one of his walls were quickly bubbled and flicked into the air a couple of stories and held in place as they flailed. He would release them before any actually broke his barriers.
With things more in his favor and a lot more wiggle room to work with, Alex made one of his solid bubbles in his hand and considered it for a moment. Blunt force against plants is probably not going to get me anywhere quickly, so maybe... He focused on the bubble and mentally flattened it out into a more convex shape, making the edges into as fine a wedge as possible before giving it a nice spin. Hope this works, or its back to chucking. He launched the spinning disc that had gotten to close to his liking. Alex's hopes were answered as the disc bit into plant fiber and shredded further into it. "Ok, now this is going to be fun. A wide grin spread across his face as he made a few more of these sharp discs and eyed the other minions. The dome and bubbles all popped before Alex rushed in.


The last minion not sliced to shreds tried one last time to do any sort of damage to Alex before getting cut vertically in half, both halves being flung apart afterwards. Glad that's over with. A quick scan of the area confirmed the lack of any other mobile or moving plants. Might need to be careful with this one in the future. he made a small sharp disc in his palm before dispelling it. He looked back to the building and ran over to its side. The front didn't look too bad sure, but from the side it was made apparent that a good portion of the building had collapsed. as panic set in, Alex rushed over and began chucking pieces of rubble away.

DEAN! WHERE ARE YOU?!

The sound of shifting and scuffling could be heard not too far away. "Alex? That you?" A hushed voice called out. Yep, that was him. Alive and hopefully well. Jogging over to where the voice came from, sure enough, Alex found his best friend crawling out of the rubble. most likely having had tried his best to hide and wait for help.
Alex pulled off his helmet and got a better look at him. Dean's left arm was not in the best of conditions at all, and he looked to be limping. Dean looked at Alex with a form of awe on his face. "Fucking hell man, why didn't you say you were a cape? I mean i know why you didn't say anything I'm not stupid but come on bro you could have at least said something did I mention myarmreallyfuckinghurtsrightnowOUCHFUCK!! Alex Rushed over and gave his friend some support. Realizing that Dean's arm was broken in more then one place. "I was gonna tell you eventually man, now suck it up for a little bit longer. I'm gonna get you out of here. Dean gritted his teeth and nodded.
Alex looked down at his wristband and decided now was as good a time as ever to try calling for someone. He lifted the arm with the band and spoke clearly into it. "This is Aegis trying to get Quickfoot, I got a wounded civilian that needs to get to safety and have medial treatment done right away! There was a pause before the band sprung to life. "Copy that Aegis, i'm pinging you now and am on my way, good to hear your still breathing out there. Alex smiled a bit, having worked with Quickfoot in the same neighborhood harassing splatterblood's crew, he knew he could trust the speedster.
A few minutes passed, Dean asking questions about Alex's powers and life as a cape as a distraction from the pain before the sound of rushing air heralded the arrival of Quickfoot. Alex didn't miss a beat and scooped up his friend and handed him over. "keep him safe, I . . . I gotta get back out there. Don"t worry. I'm not planing on dying." He slipped his battered helmet back on and nodded to Quickfoot and gave Dean a thumbs up. "Ill be holding you too that man. No way i could tell your gramp's you went and got done in by some stupid overgrown plant."
Alex snorted and turned around, waving behind himself. He knew he would have a lot of explaining to do once Dean was a lot more lucid and you know, not in severe shock and pain.
A new barrier platform formed under his feet and sent him off towards the sounds of the Tangle fight, hoping he wouldn’t be too late to lend a hand to any stragglers trying to get away from the fight. If he couldn’t help fight at least he could do some extraction.

It felt like it took less time to get back to the front then it had trying to save Dean. He caught glimpses of Tangle as he made it into the main "danger zone" It was worse then he had imagined. Ruts, plants and rubble everywhere. If he looked to hard he could make out the corpses. He shook his head sadly and moved on, trying to stay away from the open and keep himself from drawing any sort of attention from the Tangle fight. Lifting his band, he called out to anyone still around. "This is Aegis calling out. Anyone need a hand out there?

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