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Aaron Langdan

"Son of Death? Maybe, but I'm so much more. Just let me show you."

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a character in “the wicked game”, as played by Wolf's Bane109

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"Even in darkness, there is light."



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F U L LXN A M E
Aaron Ezekial Josiah Langdan

N I C K N A M E (S)
Zeke | Most used
Josi | Hates it
Langdan | Used by authority
BludWynd | Used by those that know his identity

B I R T H D A Y
January 20th, Aquarius

A G E
Twenty-Five

R O L E
Hero

S E X U A L I T Y
Queer/Questioning | Asexual?

E T H N I C I T Y
50% English, 50% Spanish

H O M E T O W N
New Orleans, Lousiana

H E X
#545352



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S T Y L E
What he considers style, others consider comfort clothes. He prefers jeans, t-shirts, jackets and plain converse for his every day clothing. Wearing anything that is comfortable on him, not really caring what others think of it, often mismatching shirts and pants, always looking like he just walked out from being in bed. His go-to colors are usually blues, greens, reds, purples, greys, and black. He always has his hair in a messed style, not caring about his natural curls. But when it comes to having to fight, his appearance entirely changes, and not just his choice of clothing. Unlike most of the others that made their uniforms, he simply chose to go with what always felt comfortable for him, a normal outfit, of entirely black clothing. Not only does it help him cloak within natural darkness and shadows, but it helps keep his threatening and intimidating aura. He leaves the outer jacker open and free-flowing, while the hoodie underneath is zipped up the entire way, giving him enough room to breathe and move around in. The outer jacket and boots are reinforced with kevlar and adjustable metal plating, giving him that natural armor. While he can make his own temporary shadow armor, having the extra protection has never proven to be a bad thing to have. As for his hair he simply jells it down and back, keeping it from his face and eyes. One major difference is his appearance due to his powers, or more so the curse he was born with (will be explained down below). As for a mask, he originally opted to not have one due to the change his powers gave him, but after some convincing from the others, he agreed to choose a mask. A simple Mempo mask covers the lower regions of his mouth and jaw, not only helping to conceal his identity but as well as giving him that extra bit of armor. With the awkward and unsettling smile the mask gives him, it adds to his otherwise not as intimidating appearance, which often makes people question where he truly stands in the hero area of things..

H E I G H T & W E I G H T
5' 11" | 185lbs

A P P E A R A N C E
In simplest terms, he has what others consider a boyish and younger-brother appearance. He isn't very tall, nor strong appearing, and is rather lanky and skinny in stature. With his pale skin, dark brown eyes and shaggy hair that often ranges from brown to dark blonde, which some question what his natural hair color truly is. Aaron can usually be seen with a smile that reaches from cheek to cheek that can lighten up any room he walks into and can help cheer anyone up from having a bad day. While he normally doesn't pose as a threat, he uses that as an advantage in combat as he is normally underestimated for his much smaller frame and build. But while using his powers, his appearance changes rather drastically. First most, his face changes the most, as skeletal markings overtake his facial area and last for some time after using his ability. He's never explained why, but is rather ashamed of it when it happens and will always shy away from direct eye-contact until the effects wear off and the strange markings fade away. second to note is that his eyes change from their normal brown to a pure, pitch-black color as well as the scelera turning from white to black. Which causes him to look zoned out and not entirely there while using his abilities, that isn't to say he is sluggish or slow in his movements, rather the opposite. But something just seems off when he truly focuses on his abilities, and it's been on the record to freak out his team-mates and opponents while in combat.



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L I K E S
| Being told the truth, even if it's something he doesn't want to hear, he'd rather someone be open and honest than keep something from him that he should know about. He prefers facts over guesses or assumptions. He despises people thinking they know everything based on a hunch | Contrary to popular belief, he adores having friends, and those that have known him for a long time he holds near and dear to his heart and would do anything for them if asked | One of the many things people will notice about him is that he is usually always teasing someone in one shape or another. Whether from making small jokes and poking fun in friendly ways, to going a little far and occasionally teasing to the extreme without realizing it | Sports, funny enough he has an athletic and flexible frame that lets him move around and react rather quickly, as well as having a love for healthy competition | Solitude, whenever he gets the time to be alone and just meditate, he takes it. Taking time to destress and calm his mind helps him not lose all of his sanity | Contrary to what people may think, he loves reading. It doesn't matter what it is, a novel, a short story or comic books he can usually be found nose deep in a good book in the corner | Rebelling, Aaron isn't one for orders or taking them very easily. If he sees a 'better' way of doing something, Aaron will do it his own way, much to the dismay and annoyance of his cohorts and authority figures | Coffee, something about that bittersweet taste is comforting | longboarding/skateboarding, the adrenaline it gives Aaron is something that actually makes him feel alive nowadays. So it shouldn't be very surprising to see him around Barden on his board rather than walking | Movies, doesn't matter what kind, he'll curl up and give his full attention and focus to the screen | sweets, he has a sweet tooth and one of the many things that still bring a smile to his face is treats | videogames, classic and modern, genre isn't an important thing for him. If someone offers Aaron to play, he'll gladly sit down and get lost in the moment | Music, any genre will easily cause him to lose himself in it, except for country. He always has a pair of earbuds in or headphones blaring music on full blast whether in his room or walking down the street | Making people laugh, he is a prankster and good person at heart and he never fails at doing something dumb or stupid in hopes of making another person laugh |

D I S L I K E S
| Shouldn't come as a surprise considering his powers, but he absolutely hates light/sunlight. At least an egregious amount, so he is usually seen wearing sunglasses of some sort to help lessen the harshness and pain it causes him | Liars, it shouldn't be shocking that he hates liars and being lied to. He has a history of people constantly lying to him, and it has caused him to be as guarded and distrustful of people unless he's known them for a long time | Authority, for the post part. He hates adults and being forced into doing something he doesn't want to do, often rebelling against orders which gets him into trouble rather often than not | Laziness, seeing as he is often working out or training or out in the field, he hates being seen as lazy or not moving for long periods of time | Aaron despises being misunderstood or judged based simply off of his powers and his family ties | Blood, he can handle blood, but when it's an egregious amount if causes him to feel light-headed and sick to his stomach | Having to talk about his past, mainly why he chose the opposite path than his parents and why he is the way he is | Being told that he reminds people of his father, or that he's just like him |



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P E R S O N A L I T Y
Upon first meeting Aaron, he comes across as aloof and irresponsible. He's always full of energy and is never able to stand still for more than five minutes, constantly biting away at his fingernails as he tries to compose himself. His mind is constantly going and processing things faster than he is capable of, and therefore he may act on initial instinct than letting his thoughts process fully. Outside of his natural impulsive nature, when the time comes he is incredibly smart and calculated. While he can be spontaneous and far more immature compared to his friends and those he works with, either by always pulling pranks or teasing them, he always has their best interest in mind and would easily die for them if he had to. While he didn't inherit his father's super intelligence, he knows for sure he got his charm and creativity from him for sure, and is in a sense his father's son even if he doesn't want to admit it.

While he is easily excitable and very much so outgoing with his friends and peers, he has a side that not many know of, and those that do are few in between. While he is known for his rebellious nature, preferring to do things his own way even if his way isn't the best when it comes down to listening to life or death orders, he becomes incredibly strict and stoic. He despises those that ignore orders even in a time of chaos, which is rather hypocritical of him. But he knows when to buckle down and get the job done, but even while doing so he lets loose and has fun while doing it. He can usually be seen heckling the enemy or whoever he may be in a training session to get them riled up and not thinking clearly, using their confusion against themselves is his go-to. If he can confuse his opponent and gain the upper hand, whether that be through words or using his abilities as a distraction, he will find a way to do it.

Deep down, he is someone that would fight took and nail and to his very last breath while he is bloody and weak. His friends are his family and everything that he has, and will do whatever he has to, to protect them and keep them from harm. He's just too scared of losing someone else, so he will do what he has to, to ensure their safety and well being, far before his own. Which can easily be used against him and make him be seen as naive and pitiful by others, especially by those that want to use his weaknesses against him and others. But Aaron would very easily go down to the bitter end defending those he cares about, and that is what separates him from the villains...Right?



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F A M I L Y
| Arthur Langdan | Father | Villain | Sivana | 45 | Deceased |
Aaron and his father were surprisingly close when he was younger. He doesn't know if he got his sense of humor and goofy nature from his father or somewhere else. But they were the best of friends when he was growing up and had nothing but fond memories of his father, and was thankful he had someone like him in his life to show him the good parts in life. He knew his father was a bit unhinged, as he seemed to be a bit too eccentric about certain things and always seemed to be busy with work and business trips. It was only when he heard the truth of his father and mother, that they weren't simple people like they seemed to be. He was confused and heartbroken, especially when his abilities began to manifest. Without his father to help he was left alone to his own devices. He holds a bit of anger and bitterness towards his father for never telling him the truth of who they were and who Aaron as a person was. He feels a bit betrayed by them never telling him the truth and hasn't exactly gotten past being lied to by them. But after hearing of what they did exactly, he swore to never turn out like them and to do his best to help rebuild the city and people that his parents had broken down.

| Anna Marisha Langdan | Mother | Villain | Dama De La Muerte | 43 | Deceased |
Aaron and his mother were rather the opposite compared to him and his father. She was the rougher and tougher one out of the two. She took being a villain more importantly than a mother, which led to her and Aaron's estranged relationship. Due to the strain between the two of them, they were never able to bond over anything like him and his father did, which led to Aaron questioning why. Why didn't she love him? Was there something wrong with him? He never understood, not until it was too late. After the accident, he was able to finally know the truth behind them and why his mother seemed to not care. Among the villain world, she was known as Dama De La Muerta, or in English, Lady Of Death. A very powerful and vengeful villain with the ability of Death Magic, or Death Touch. The ability was something she was forced to live with, just as everyone else. It was an uncontrollable one that left her with the possibility of taking the soul of anyone she had contact with, as well as being hell-bent on making the heroes pay. As much as he wanted to understand her, he found the truth to be something he couldn't accept. He was disturbed and frankly disgusted with what she had done. He found her doings more evil and unforgivable than what his father had done and considers her to be the reason he was given the ability he has. He has more inner hatred and anger towards her than anyone else and only wants to know why. Why she did it and why he was left alone...




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H I S T O R Y
Aaron had an oddly good upbringing when you consider what his family ties were. At least it wasn't until his powers began to manifest. But this all started way before Aaron was born. The exact details on how his parents met are completely unknown, even to him. All he knows is that his parents met while most likely on a mission and somehow fell in love and eventually had their only child, Aaron. His family life was as normal as any other, at least it was behind closed doors. Him and his parents had a decent enough relationship, especially with his father. Aaron and Arthur were as close as a father and son could ever be. Aaron learned everything he could from him, how to build things, how to fix machines and cars, and everything else in between. He grew to have his father's personality, his charm and way with people and of course, his father's aloofness. What he had gotten from his mother, was far darker than anyone would have predicted.

When his powers began to finally manifest by the time he turned thirteen, he was finally told the truth and was welcomed into the fold among his parents and fellow villains. They finally revealed who they were, that his father was a well-known scientist among the villains that would kidnap and torture innocent people, heroes and normal humans alike. It didn't matter who or what they had done, he would take them from their daily life and turn them into his own personal toy until they expired. Meanwhile, his mother, was what people would considered cursed. The origin of how his mother got her powers, whether she was born with them or something that happened was never explained in exact detail. All he was told was that she had been cursed by a witch. Giving her the abilities of what is considered "Death Touch" and necromancy. She would be able to resurrect one's corpse and have it do her bidding, or could simply take the life essence from someone to keep her going, as her powers would slowly drain her own life-force, but that was only if the person was already sick or dying. Otherwise, she couldn't harm them. After years of working with his parents, and trying to be the villain they wanted him to be, he had enough.

Aaron was tired of seeing the pain and brutality of the world his parents lived in and wanted out. It wasn't a life he wanted to have, one he couldn't accept for himself, nevermind not feel like a monster. His powers already made him feel like a monster among everyone else, and tried his hardest to not use them. But after years of being told to accept the darkness within him, to use it as the weapon he was given. That he himself was a weapon, he took it into his own hands. Finally, when he was eight-teen years old, the accident happened. He was finally able to go on a mission with his parents. It was meant to be a simple recon mission on his end, as he observed his parents do the heavy work. But things went wrong. Oh, so terribly wrong. It turned out to be a sting operation by the military, not even the police. They had been on the most wanted list for years, and apparently there was a mole that exposed and disclosed everything to the police who called in for backup. His parents were easily outnumbered and outrun. Backed into a corner, bloody and beaten. Aaron watched from the sidelines as they went to execute his parents as they were considered too dangerous to be left alive. With his anger, fear, and helplessness, he reached out to his abilities and everything was a blur from there. He woke up in a hospital months later after being in a short term coma.

After being questioned by the police, they confirmed his worst fears. His parents and everyone had been killed during the raid and he was the only survivor. He didn't even know what happened, everything was just a blur, and after being questioned even further, the police decided to let him go as he was obviously just taken along and hadn't really wanted to harm anyone. With no parents and no known family, he moved along the states searching for someplace to go, until he heard of Barden. His first few years had been nothing eventful, slowly making a living off of working at a music/book store where he still works today. It helped pay rent as well as helped him keep a low profile. It was only when a massive bank robbery took place that he took up using his powers again for the first time in years. He helped stop the petty villain goons that attempted the robbery, alongside the help of some heroes it was an easy go. Since then, he has laid low and to the shadows as BludWynd, a mysterious yet reliable hero who appeared out of nowhere. The only people that know of his identity are a few of his close friends and the other superheroes that he helps out from time to time. He lives in a small apartment by himself in downtown Barden, and with the recent events with missing heroes and villains alike, he doesn't know what to think or do. All he knows is that things were already bad with heroes and villains alike being hated, but now...This only causes his anxiety and fear to raise even further. He knows things are going downhill fast, and even more so he knows he has to rely on not only himself but others this time...And he knows where he has to look for some help, even if the help he is looking for won't go as easily as planned...




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Seeing as his ability and affinity with the darkness is one of the more rare powers, not many have been born with the ability of Erebokinesis. But like those that have that power, Aaron can create, shape, form, bend and manipulate shadows and darkness itself. By itself, darkness is mostly used to cloud everything into total darkness, but by accessing a dimension of dark energy it can be channeled to a variety of effects, both as an absence of light and a solid substance: one can also control and manipulate the beings that exist there, create and dispel shields and areas of total darkness, teleport one's self through massive distances via shadows, etc. but doing so requires constant training and practice to perfect. If one isn't careful, one can be consumed by the very power they control and can lose themselves in it, and become an uncontrollable force of death and chaos. And as such, Aaron has always been under supervision when training his abilities, as well as out on the field with the others. His powers are deadly and can backfire if he doesn't put all of, if not at least most of his focus on his powers and controlling it, it could backfire and consume himself and his mind.

Shadow Generation/Creation: The power to generate shadows and darkness. Sub-power of Darkness Manipulation. Variation of Elemental Generation. Opposite to Light Generation. The user can generate and project shadows and darkness which absorb or nullifies light in the area. Essentially creating shadows that slowly outreach and spread like a virus until all light is snuffed out, creating a blanket and veil of complete darkness. Doing so uses much energy and often leads him light-headed and dizzy

Shadow Camouflage/Cloaking: The ability to surround oneself in darkness/shadow, also known as Dark Aura. He can release and surround himself in/with darkness/shadow for defensive and/or offensive purposes, possibly becoming almost untouchable, but only if he focuses hard enough. The aura also gives him enhanced physical capabilities such as speed, strength and durability as long as his focus is maintained. Which, also allows him to 'fly' in a sense. Propelling himself from one area to another, but only in short bursts and small distances at a time.

Shadow Teleportation: As long as natural shadows and darkness exist, he is able to teleport wherever he wishes. The only catch is, he has to be able to have full view of the area, as well as having a shadow nearby for him to teleport from where he is to where he wants to go. It's an ability that doesn't take up much energy and focus and as such he can use it far more than his other abilities. Aaron is able to teleport with another person, but only if he concentrates hard enough and is able to focus on the other person, as they could be lost in the void if he were to be distracted from his trace of thought.

Shadow-ware/Weapon Creation: He is able to form weapons and pieces of armor at will of pure darkness and shadows. It can help deflect most projectiles and blunt attacks, essentially absorbing the energy and natural force behind said attack. He isn't able to absorb or deflect sharp attacks, meaning anything with a blade or bullet isn't able to be stopped due to his shadow armor. The weapons he creates can be formed and called back upon will, and can be used by others as long as he is conscious. The weapons themselves become a corporeal item, only thing that is odd about them is the way they feel to the user. Almost as if they're alive and calling to whoever wields it, soft and gentle voices can be heard, as well as a feeling of numbness and cold is felt as long as someone is using the weapons.


T A L E N T S
| Juggling, it is an odd thing to note, but he is rather good at it and often uses his skills in trying to cheer someone up with a quick little party trick | He's learned to have to play dead and as such, he can slow down his breathing as well as his heart to the point of being undetected, but for only short bursts of time | Skateboarding/Surfing, he spent much of his life on the east coast and as such has spent much of his traveling via skateboarding and has spent a lot of summers at the beach | Cooking, he grew up in the south and having a Spanish mother who taught him how to make some of the best dishes he ever had, he is able to replicate them almost perfectly | Bilingual, growing up with an interracial family, he grew up learning to speak and understand both Spanish and English and as such he can speak and understand both perfectly, giving him the upper hand in some scenarios |

S T R E N G T H S
| Combat, whether physical or long distance, he is able to move quickly on his feet and is an opponent to not underestimate | Calming people down after a fight or panic attack, he grew up looking after younger kids and as such he is surprisingly good with others and knowing how to help them | His sense of justice and his constant worry for others has helped him save more people than expected, even if he was the cause for some of their troubles in the first place. He has a good heart, just doesn't always think things through |

W E A K N E S S E S
| Bright/Floodlights, he cannot stand any form of egregious light as it causes immense headaches and lowers his ability to focus on his abilities | Strong smells such as cigarettes, vanilla and lavender, something about those smells causes him headaches and nausea | Discipline/Authority figures, he doesn't like being told what to do and will often lash out at most forms of command | Bringing up the past, he has never liked talking about his family and when others know of his family ties he tends to zone out and lose interest | His temper, he tends to get overworked and stressed to where he becomes irritable | His ADHD and OCD, he gets distracted too easily and can be seen bouncing around the place in search of something to do and as such he is never a good option for a stealth/recon mission |


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So begins...

Aaron Langdan's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Cerys Day Character Portrait: Atticus Hawkins Character Portrait: Kieran Valanetti Character Portrait: Jena Wainwright//Adrian Robles Character Portrait: Lilian Anderbilt Character Portrait: Aaron Langdan Character Portrait: Luciana Morrison Character Portrait: Michael Bennett Character Portrait: Dhani Batra

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cerys day
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xxxwhen i burst into flames
xxxi'll leave you the dust, my love
xxxhope a bit of it will be enough
xxxto help remember the days

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It was a cold, crisp, and clear night. The type of night that people could enjoy. Couples were walking the street, using the cold air as an excuse to steal each other’s body heat and warm clothes. Kids played tag, their air forming small clouds in the air as they laughed. Noise spilled on to the streets from balconies above as friends sat and drank a wine or a beer and put the world to right, staring at the stars. It was an entirely unremarkable evening for most, it seemed.

But not for all. Cerys could feel it in the air. Maybe it was just her own anxiety, her own apprehension about the evening. But it felt like something was going to happen- something big, something that would disrupt the peace everyone else seemed to be feeling. But they needed to do something. They couldn’t just sit idly by. They couldn’t just fade into the shadows and disappear like that.

She made her way across town to the location she’d received. She’d been suspicious at first, but when she’d heard that a number of other heroes had gotten a similar message, with the same location, it began to seem more legit. She was still apprehensive, but at least she knew she wasn’t going alone.

The location was a large, apparently abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. It did at least appear to be structurally sound, but was unlikely to have any ideal vantage points for her to shoot from. She could still shoot from ground level, but she always had an advantage with a little bit of height.

She wasn’t enough of a fool to just waltz in, though. So instead, she waited just out of sight, waiting for somebody she at least vaguely recognised to arrive, and pulling on her mask.




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atticus hawkins
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xxxstaring in the blackness
xxxat some distant star
xxxthe thrill of knowing how alone we are,
xxxunknown we are.

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Atticus didn’t particularly want to go to this meeting or whatever it was. He’d planned on spending the evening watching some movies or maybe getting some work done on his showreel. Or hell, going out for a few drinks. But Lucy was dragging him along, and he apparently wasn’t getting much of a say so in the matter.

Even if he didn’t particularly want to be there, that didn’t mean he wasn’t going prepared. He’d retrieved his gun from the hidden panel in his wardrobe. It’s weight felt strange, alien, but he wasn’t optimistic that things would end peacefully, and he didn’t want to be dependent on his knife. And if he was leaving the house, he would be damned if he wasn’t leaving well dressed. So he wore his usual suit, the holster for his gun concealed beneath the jacket, his mask tucked into one pocket and a knife in the other.

He’d been getting the messages too, of course. Somebody knew that he could have chosen to save his uncle, but instead chose his chance of freedom. Somebody who lorded that over him and threatened him to stick to the shadows, the shadows he only occasionally stepped out from. He would have been perfectly happy to just lay low, to disappear and shed Icarus. But not everyone could do that. The few people he could call β€œfriends” in the villain community couldn’t do that, and they shouldn’t have had to. So that was why he hadn’t put up too much of a fight when Lucy told him he had to come.

β€œAbandoned warehouse. Seriously, could they get any more cliche?” He remarked quietly as they approached, pulling on his mask. β€œThey should have just put up a sign, β€˜this is definitely a trap’!” He added, frowning beneath the mask and instinctively putting his hands into his pockets to wrap around the knife.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Cerys Day Character Portrait: Kieran Valanetti Character Portrait: Aaron Langdan Character Portrait: Luciana Morrison Character Portrait: Dhani Batra

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Kieran Vallanetti
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Malfyre | Uniform & Mask x|xhex: #575772
xxxEvery day is another long walk back to your old place
xxxAnd now I stay out late at night waiting for the sun
xxxNothing's wrong but it doesn't feel right
xxxDoes anyone ever really change?
The day had gone by all too slowly, just as many others have before. From waking up reluctantly to the blare of her phone as she received spam calls from both Aaron and Dhani, explaining that they'd have a little meet up to go to later that night. It was already far past afternoon at this point as she finally groveled and rolled out of bed, assembling an outfit of a leather jacket over a plain t-shirt, jeans, combat boots and a knit dark grey beanie as the weather had begun growing colder and colder the past few weeks in Barden. One thing she had learned since first arriving in Barden five years ago was to always dress warm, otherwise, you'd regret it. She still had plenty of time to do some of her every day things before she had to meet up at the location, which she knew would be all too close for her later that night. She gathered her things, and after making sure she had everything she swiftly left her apartment.

Everything went by quickly in the next following hours, after grabbing some food at the local cafe and dropping by the small old music store that Aaron worked at and owned. It was a rather small place, with the main room being where the vinyl records were kept in small cubical stands all around the room, with posters spread across the walls, with records framed along as well. The lighting was a bit softer and not as harsh, giving the place a relaxing feel among the chaos that stood outside those doors. Soft music was always on repeat over the speakers to help keep the place from growing eerily silent, and the bookstore was across from the main room, with a dozen or so shelves lining the wall. With a few chairs and tables for those that chose to read if they so desired. Kieran waltzed through the store, taking a small check if anything new was brought it, with nothing standing out to her she walked behind the counter and sat down on the stool, waiting for Aaron to come out from the back soon as she knew he was busy.

After fifteen slow minutes passed, the small and soft chime on the main door opening alerted her to someone entering the store. Looking up from her phone she initially didn't see anyone and went back to surfing multiple different social media platforms. That was until the sound of someone walking up to the desk caught her attention, looking up. It was a blonde-haired woman, mid-twenties. She looked familiar to say the very least, Kieran knew her all too well, at least by face as something didn't sit entirely right about her. Something just felt, off. Kieran gave her a small smile as a greeting as she asked if Aaron was around, "Yo, Aaron! Get your bitch ass out here! You got a customer!" she called, craning her neck to the side as she looked to the backroom. Kieran turned her head back to the girl once more, giving her a small wink before she spoke again, "Thanks, I like your's as well. Your style I mean." she said awkwardly, feeling her face flush red with several counts of embarrassment, What the fuck was that, Kie?, she thought to herself before shaking her head.

After a moment she spoke up again when the girl asked what her name was, as she had seen her around the store a few times and figured Kieran was another regular customer. Which, she was, of sorts. "I guess you could say I'm a regular, of sorts. And I'm Kieran by the way. One of Aaron's good friends." she said with a small smile, awkwardly extending her hand for a handshake that the two exchanged. The small, short burst of energy she got off of the woman's hand was odd, and slightly concerning that caused her heart to skip a beat for a moment. Simply passing it off as anxiety she was relieved when Aaron emerged from the backroom. She gave him an exaggerated wave, "Sup, fucko. Way to keep your customers waiting." she teased. She gave Aaron an overdramatic sigh as he corrected her on watching what she says in front of customers, "Righty-o, bossman." she said giving him a wink, much to his dismay and clear annoyance. She watched as Aaron discussed the woman's order, who's name she already knew as Luciana. But Aaron referred to her as Lucy, keeping that in mind as she remembered Aaron talking about her a few times. Kieran gave Lucy a small wave as she finished her purchase and left soon after. Turning her attention to Aaron they discussed a few things after they knew they were alone again. Making sure they were on the same page of going to the warehouse that night. And left soon after to do her own things for the day.

She made a direct bee-line for where she would set up for the next few hours. Tucked away out of sight, and to herself, she set up her things along one of the highest buildings in Barden. While she had eyes all over the city and had complete access to them from the safety and comfort of her own home, it was something else when she went out and observed things for herself. There were always things she could capture in the moment herself than a simple camera system, all thanks to the line that Aaron's father had created. While she had made her own modifications and security measures to them, just making sure no one could highjack them or manipulate footage. Everything was always in real-time and she was constantly being alerted of updates via her phone which she had integrated into the system. While most called Malfyre a crazed, paranoid radical who couldn't go a day without watching the city like a hawk, some had felt safer since the cameras were set up, while others despised it and felt like their privacy had been violated. While that possibly could have been the truth, no one could deny that it wasn't the worst thing to happen in Barden. Far,far worse things had taken place, and Kieran had full access to it all, disturbingly enough.

From being an anonymous face among Barden, with very few people who knew who or what Malfyre was, Kieran was just as mysterious and unknown. She preferred to keep to herself and only work with others if she really had to. Even most of the other heroes had no idea who the person behind the mask of Malfyre was, only a few did such as Paladin and BludWynd, which hadn't been intended. Just like Malfyre, Kieran was a loner, and as loners do they blend in with their surroundings and don't stand out from a crowd of faces. Something that helped in her line of work, however unethical and morally greyed it may have been. Kieran simply sat on rooftop after rooftop, observing everything below the skyline and city streets. Being able to have a bird's eye view on everything was her preferred method of action, and after snapping several pictures from several advantage points which ended up taking more time than she had initially wanted, it was ready for her to pack everything up and get ready for the big meet up, whatever it was she wasn't sure. Initially, she wasn't going to go to it, but after receiving an anonymous email from someone unknown, with personal information on who she was, she had no choice but to go. Whoever had enough information on her to know not only her email which wouldn't be that hard to find, but to know everything that they did was concerning to say the very least.

When she finally arrived back to her apartment, putting all of her paraphernalia away and changing into her uniform and tying her hair into a simple, fishtail braid, she tucked her knives away in her kevlar reinforced, leather jacket, which she left open for now. Grabbing her mask which she too tucked away in one of her multitude of pockets, she huffed as she realized she was running late, as always. One way to make an impression for sure, what's a better way to make a first impression than being fashionably late? Slipping her simple black cannon camera in her left, inner breast pocket of her jacket she grabbed her keys and left her apartment. The brisk, cold night air was welcomed ask it enveloped her as she stepped out of the apartment complex. Something about the night air, especially as the colder months came in, was always a guilty pleasure to her and gave her an excuse to wear more layers than she should. Quickly grabbing her helmet from its hiding spot she hopped onto her motorbike which was gifted from Aaron as she had no real way of transportation. Walking and public transportation wasn't really her style. As well as it being on the top of the market in quality, durability, speed and its sleek, jet black monochrome design, it was hard to turn down. Besides, with its next to silent motor, it helped to make going on missions a breeze. Making her way through Barden at this time of night, as well as using back roads and alleyways. She knew every twist and turn of Barden, what streets led to dead ends, what ones made the faster route, and what ones to avoid altogether. It only took thirty minutes, but she was about fifteen minutes late for when she was supposed to arrive at the warehouse, seeing a few of the others there already. Whether some were hiding or were in somewhat of plain view, she killed the motor of the motorcycle and removed her helmet, quickly placing her mask on before she made her presence known to the others. It was a bit over the top compared to the more basic and simple masks that the others had, but unlike the others, she had more of a reason to hide more of her identity and distinguishable features. After a moment of making sure the voice modulator was active and working properly, her voice coming out with more of a robotic tone, but not entirely inhuman in nature she made her way towards the warehouse which she could see in the distance. Tucking her hair behind as she pulled over her jacket's hood, covering more of her discernable features. The fewer key factors she gave people to help identify who Malfyre was, the better.

Kieran looked around for any recognizable forms or faces, or more so recognizable features and uniforms, she spotted Dhani. Creeping up behind him ever so carefully, with a large grin on her face, which was hidden entirely by the mouthpiece of her mask, she gave him a little hip bump as she walked up beside him. "Hola, Amigo." her voice crackling to life from behind the audio modified mask. Placing her elbow on his shoulder at an odd angle due to the small height difference between the two she leaned against him slightly as she continued talking, "Aside from me being fashionably late, what else did I miss? Anything good, or is this just a dud of a party and I got ready for nothing?" she said with a small chuckle as she waited alongside her friend and ally for whatever the cause for them being there to begin. She didn't know what to think of any of this, everything seemed so off and uncomfortable. Almost cold in a sense, as if something sinister was about to begin. Slowly digging her hand in her pocket she clutched one oh her blades, just in case she'd need to use it before having to resort to her powers, if anything happened that was.






Aaron Langdan
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BludWynd | Uniform & Mask x|xhex: #545352
xxxI just wanna go back
xxxBut I know time don't work like that
xxxI'd give up all that I have, searching for
xxxThe way we were before
Aaron's day had been nothing but busy. He awoke early to the sound of his phone going off countless times, mixed with alarms and notifications. He'd be going to a warehouse later that night as someone had gotten into contact with him and many others. Someone knew who he was, which wasn't that big of a deal as he was one of the heroes that was rather open with his identity, at least among the heroes. After making sure he alerted the others, more so making sure that Kieran was awake later that day and was aware what was going on. He'd have to hold her to go out that night, otherwise, she'd get wrapped up in her own work and forget. Which was something she tended to do far too often. After making sure everything was squared away and dressed in a simple t-shirt, grey hoodie and jeans he made his way out of his apartment. The walk to the store wasn't a terribly long one, even if it was dreadfully cold. The hours passed as he opened the store and prepared for the day before he'd have to close up shop and head to the warehouse.

Time passed, and it was a little after three-thirty that he heard some familiar voices coming from the main part of the store. He chuckled as he knew who it was, and after finishing checking on some things he made his way from the back part of the store and to the front where Kieran and Luciana were chatting. "Hey girls. Kieran, Lucy." he said with his bright and cheerful smile that spread across his entire face. Turning his head to look at Kieran for a moment, his smile all but faded, "Hey, watch your mouth infront of the customers, Kie." he said, his smile soon returning back to his face as the two chuckled. He nodded as Lucy had asked about her order for her MouseRat Vinyl. He gave her a nod and smile, rifling through one of the cabinets behind the counter. "Here it is! It actually just came in this morning and I was hoping you'd stop by today. Great choice as always." he flashed her a small grin and wink. The two finished up the purchase and he watched as she left. Aaron turned to Kieran, his hand folded neatly, "Now, would you stop embarrassing me in front of the customers?" the two gave a small chuckle as he leaned against the glass countertop. A sly grin formed on his face as he spoke,"Ya know...If you stopped by more often and came out of your damn apartment, I think you and Lucy would get along. You seem to have a lot in common." he said, giving her a wink. She simply dismissed his comment, saying how she didn't need a relationship or even really any friends. As well as them having more important things to discuss. After their short discussion about their plans of going to the warehouse, they said their goodbyes and his shift went as uneventful as one could imagine.

He went back to his apartment, changing out from his common clothing and into his suit, which was still considered common clothing. But was reinforced with bulletproof padding, shock absorption and kevlar. He slicked back his hair with enough jell, and after digging around his messy apartment for his mask he easily put it on and gave his look over once more in the mirror. As long as he didn't have to use his powers, his appearance would stay intact, and he wouldn't look like...such a monster. It was the largest downfall of his powers, it came with a price, and sadly it was the way he looked. He shook his head and headed out of the complex. Staying to the shadows and out of sight. He made it to the warehouse much earlier than expected, and he simply waited for others to arrive. Finally, he saw some familiar figures walk into view and enter the warehouse. One was staying out of main sight as well, obvious for who it was a small appeared on his face, even if it wasn't seen due to his mask. Looking around he placed his hand against the ground, closing his eyes and concentrating. When he finally opened his eyes once more, he was across the lot and standing next to an all too familiar face, even if she was wearing a mask. The hair, the uniform, as well as the fact she was the only one who wielded a bow. He gave her a smile, knowing full well it wouldn't be seen, he gave a small chuckle. "Hey there, Arty. Fancy seeing you here." his voice came out with a bit of a gruffer and deeper voice than normal. He needed to keep his voice from being too recognizable and went with simply deepening his voice. "So, what do you think of this? Too sketchy and we're being set up or, do you think this is a legit meeting that will end peacefully?" he questioned his fellow hero. He had his own ideas about what was going on, but the vibe he was feeling about this whole situation didn't sit right with him, and he wasn't sure exactly why.





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Character Portrait: Cerys Day Character Portrait: Atticus Hawkins Character Portrait: Kieran Valanetti Character Portrait: Piper Young Character Portrait: Jena Wainwright//Adrian Robles Character Portrait: Lilian Anderbilt Character Portrait: Aaron Langdan Character Portrait: Luciana Morrison Character Portrait: Michael Bennett Character Portrait: Dhani Batra

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P i p e r Young
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xxxfor us the bourgeoisie, so carefree
xxxremember when we?
xxxi don't know what you need to get by
xxxsomething for your mind
Piper had to go to the meeting. Anyone who could figure her out was a threat, and she couldn’t let threats go unchecked. She wasn’t the most skilled in combat, and kept her identity pretty tightly sealed. Revealing oneself was dangerous, and it was a danger she wasn’t willing to face, so she was more than willing to take this seriously from the moment she’d received the message. She wasn’t sure who would be there, and that made her nervous. Sure, she could use mind control to throw any attackers off the moment they came at her, but that was only so useful in a group setting.

The day of the meeting, she tried to go about her routine as close to normally as possible, but it was looming over her the entire day, shaping her every move. She felt paranoid, more than ever. Nothing good could come of this. She thought about sending a message to Luciana, she wasn’t going to be there, after all. It was definitely a trap. But she didn’t. Normally, she backed out of things with too much of a risk of physical harm: she was a one-on-one type, and didn’t like the thought of not knowing the odds, or not being fully prepared. She planned every job she did down to the tiniest detail, and this meeting was giving her major anxiety.

Still, she got dressed (simply: black pants, black top) and made her way to the address. The fact that it was an abandoned warehouse wasn’t amusing, it just solidified the fact that something about this wasn’t right. Piper hated wearing masks, they typically got in the way of her powers, as even the simplest masks tended to draw the gaze away from her eyes. Still, she pulled her mask up and over her mouth and nose long before she approached the warehouse, not wanting to take any risks. She hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to go ahead and enter the building. After all, if this were a trap, they already had her.




D h a n i Batra
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xxxi see you up again wandering so diligent
xxxcrossing your t's as though it weren't irrelevant
xxxthey say formality, this is what they really meant:
xxxthey can be the walk and we can be the pavement
The overall climate and opinions towards heroes had made life difficult for Dhani. Some of his fellow heroes had dropped the gig and moved on to other things, and he couldn’t say he blamed them, but he just couldn’t do the same. He didn’t have anything else to fall back on, and he didn’t think he could turn his back on being a hero if he tried.

So when he’d started receiving messages, and they knew a little too much about him, well, he was concerned. And when he’d heard about the meeting, he knew he had to go. He didn’t have much of a choice, really. Some might be able to ignore it and carry on with their lives, but Dhani couldn’t. He needed to investigate. It wasn’t safe to be a hero or a villain in this town, and he worried that, over time, just having powers would be enough to get someone put under scrutiny, or worse.

The actual day of the meeting was normal enough: he called Kieran until she answered. Reminded her that she had something important to attend that night, and not to be late. If she was late, he would be very upset with her (as if she cared), because she needed to be there. He was fairly sure that she just didn’t care, but he thought it was important, and if things went wrong, if it was a trap, she would be helpful. He knew that he could count on her if things went south, even if he couldn’t count on her ability to show up on time. He had to work that day, too. Waiting tables really had nothing on hero work, but it paid the bills. Mostly. You couldn’t make a living saving the world anymore, and it was fine. It was. Dhani didn’t mind it, he loved being a hero, he loved helping people. It was his entire life.

He already had his mask in place as he approached the building, and he took a brief moment to survey it from the outside. He wasn’t sure if it was a trap, it just screamed that it was, but it also seemed too obvious,but he decided that waiting around wasn’t going to help anyone, so he went ahead and made his way inside. Honestly, if a trap was going to be sprung, he’d rather it be on him. He could take a bit of a beating, though he would prefer not to. He also hadn’t fully thought it through before he’d done it, as per usual. Still, he settled himself near a wall where he could see what was happening.

Then came a bit of waiting, which was something Dhani had become excellent at over the years. He stood, arms crossed, obviously somewhat apprehensive about the whole thing. None of it sat well with him, and he wouldn’t feel better until it was done.

Then Kieran snuck up on him; his shoulders tensed up as she spoke, and had he not had his arms crossed over his chest, he might have punched her. He shot her a stern look, β€œI told you not to be late.” He didn’t change his voice too much as a hero, he mostly just spoke a little lower. Even then, he occasionally forgot to do that much. He shook his head when she asked if she missed anything, β€œNothing’s happened yet. We were waiting on you.” Of course, he had no way of knowing what they were waiting on, but that didn’t stop him from blaming it on Kieran.

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Character Portrait: Cerys Day Character Portrait: Jena Wainwright//Adrian Robles Character Portrait: Aaron Langdan Character Portrait: Dhani Batra

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xxx 'Cause I'm a fighter, a tiger, see me walk through fire
xxx Try chain me up but I'll burst through, I'll defy ya
xxx Set me on fire
xxx Watch them conspire
xxx I will defy ya
xxx I'll set them on fire

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xxx Are we just drowning?
xxx Can you please save us
xxx Black walls surrounding
xxx Can you please save my soul?
xxx Causing our own demise
xxx Causing our own

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Becoming a hero was one of two options of Jena and Adrian, they knew with their powers that they could either be heroes, represent good or become villains and show terror and evil to cities and their citizens. But with how they became two souls in one body, they both agreed they didn’t want anyone else to suffer like they did and swore to protect others who can’t protect themselves as well as show hope to all, the exact essense of being a hero.

Starting out it was hard for them to get a grab on being a hero. For them it was the part of keeping it a secret, not only did they have to keep the secret of being two people in one body, but the secret identities. Luckily Jena was always able to come up with excuses for whatever bruises they may have or excuses for not showing up somewhere on the same nights the famous Gemini is seen saving people. Another thing that bothered them, well mostly Jena, was all the anti-hero propaganda and views. She only wanted to help and some people had beliefs if someone had powers, they have to be evil. Luckily for her, Adrian was always able to comfort her and make her see what they were doing was right even if some people disagreed.

Come the messages and the request from an unknown number about meeting at a mysterious location. The sender knew about Gemini, Jena, and Adrian, as well as other dirt. This scared Jena and she wanted to leave town, but Adrian knew they couldn’t let this stand and was able to convince Jena that they should go, and he would be control and do most of the talking so she could relax. Jena and Adrian spent most of the day prepping for the meet up and discussing plans, as well as contacting some other heroes to get their opinions on what was going on and what they were doing and if they were or weren’t going. The two agreed Adrian would take point and Jena would only reveal herself if needed.

β€œIt’ll be fine Jen... Trust me. And if it goes south we will have back up. BludWynd and Paladin will be there at the minimum, they promised you.” Adrian said outloud as he suited up and put his mask on. Yeah, but, it’s a trap. You- Jena started talking telepathically to Adrian and half way through speaking they switched and she took control so she could get ready. β€œ-have to be an idiot not to understand that.” She finished as she sat down in front of a mirror and started doing her make-up that would be seen around her mask. Like I said, we will be fine. Now wake me up when you’re done and we will head out. Adrian responded, Jena just rolling her eyes before continuing getting ready,

Gemini traveled mostly by rooftop towards the warehouse, another skill that Adrian has enhanced over the years. I still don’t like this Ade… Jena talked to Adrian, but he mostly focused on his leaps and grabs before finally getting to a fire escape and climbing down. Coincidentally they ended up pretty close to where Artemis was scouting and Bludwynd talking to her. β€œHey guys. Anything I need to know?” Adrian asked. Where are the others? You said Paladin and others would be here Jena asked, wanting him to inquire. β€œAnd my other half wants to know if it’s just y’all or if some of the others are here. I’m ready to head inside though.” Adrian said as he looked over to the warehouse, wondering what could be expecting them inside.

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Character Portrait: Cerys Day Character Portrait: Jena Wainwright//Adrian Robles Character Portrait: Aaron Langdan Character Portrait: Michael Bennett

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MICHAEL BENNETT
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Prime / Legion | Replication | Hex: #DAA420
I am a necessary evil
in an unfair world

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| The Legion's Headquarters |

The sound of impact, from the swinging heavy bag, echoed throughout the dimly lit gym room as Michael silently continued to strike it. While striking the heavy bag Michael was approached by one of his replicas, who was serving as his secretary and go between the other replicas, holding a phone outstretched towards Michael. The replica then said, "Someone is organizing a meeting of some sort between powered individuals... and apparently we're invited... They specifically wanted Prime to appear as well."

Michael grabbed the phone and read the mysterious message, trying to discern who might've sent it but ultimately being unable to, and noting anything that seemed important. With a concerned look Michael looked towards his replica, asking "Do we have any information on who sent it and anyone who has received this message?"

The replica replied saying that they, all of the replicas, were unable to find any information regarding those issues. Whoever it was knew a way to contact several powered individuals, so whoever it was must have connections, dangerous ones. Despite the danger involved in going to this meeting Michael felt compelled to do so. The reason for this was because his aliases, Prime and the Legion, were not viewed favorably among other powered individuals, so whoever it was that messaged him must have a good reason.

Covered in sweat, Michael walked towards the gym's shower facilities to prepare for the meeting. Turning towards his replica he said, "We'll go in as a team of five... but we will have a replica take the appearance of Prime. I'll be positioned as one of the Legion... just to be safe." After addressing that replica Michael used his power of self replication, a power of his still unknown to most, to produce three more replicas. The replicas nodded towards Michael before leaving to prepare the equipment needed for this event, while he continued towards the showers.

As the cool shower water hit and ran down his body, Michael thought of the possibilities this meeting could provide. He wasn't certain of the party who was trying to organize this gathering but he had an idea of the purpose of it. It was most likely connected to the organization which was attempted to curb the current situation with powered individuals, by using their knowledge and influence to oust any hero or villain who continued to act against that organizations wishes. Although his and that organization's actions somewhat aligned they couldn't coexist because of their conflicted ideology.

Michael believed that powered individuals could live and act freely, as long as they had not shown themselves to be an existential threat to society and innocent civilians. Powered individuals who fall under this category for Michael include those who: have killed a number of innocent civilians, have uncontrollable or outrageously powerful abilities, do not show remorse for the innocent lives lost due to their actions or negligence. Michael will follow this code for any powered individual, hero or villain, while the actions of the organization have shown they will willingly eliminate anyone who will act against them or their beliefs.

Minutes passed before Michael finished his shower and walked towards where the replicas had gone to earlier, to prepare their equipment. He picked up the remaining Legion gear for himself before turning on their communications technology, ensuring it worked before leaving their headquarters. With everything working and prepared, Michael and his replicas entered an armored vehicle and drove towards the meeting location. It was during this time that Michael hoped that whatever this meeting was would provide him with the opportunity to learn more of this organization, as well as find like minded individuals that would help him against them, but was prepared for the worst.

| Meeting Location; The Warehouse |

Cliche location aside, Michael and the Legion observed the area from a distance in their armored vehicle in order to find a trace of anyone who may be here for this meeting and hopefully for whoever arranged for this meeting in the first place. While remotely scanning the area with drones a number of them were destroyed or were malfunctioning. Obviously there was someone out there who didn't like the fact of being watched. Michael didn't notice who was messing with his surveillance until he noticed a gathering of a number of heroes on a nearby rooftop, before that drone was pierced by an arrow. It was only a glimpse, a small fragment of a second, but Michael had noticed that Artemis was there. He then sighed and shook his head before exclaiming, "Fuck..."

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Character Portrait: Cerys Day Character Portrait: Atticus Hawkins Character Portrait: Kieran Valanetti Character Portrait: Piper Young Character Portrait: Jena Wainwright//Adrian Robles Character Portrait: Lilian Anderbilt Character Portrait: Aaron Langdan Character Portrait: Luciana Morrison Character Portrait: Michael Bennett Character Portrait: Dhani Batra

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xxxwhen i burst into flames
xxxi'll leave you the dust, my love
xxxhope a bit of it will be enough
xxxto help remember the days

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The chuckle acted as a warning to draw her out of her own thoughts before Aaron approached her. Even after all this time, she still found his mask vaguely unsettling, but just smirked back at him, rolling his eyes at the nickname. "I... don't think it's a set up. Every time a hero or villain's been found dead over the past year, it's been just one at a time. One body, one murder. To ramp up from that to multiple heroes all at once doesn't seem likely. I could be wrong. But... something definitely seems... odd," She said. "Keep our guards up and hope for the best, I guess," She said with a shrug. She watched as Dhani arrived on the scene, but he didn't spot her hiding place. Not that he took too long to look. Unlike everyone else, who seemed to hang back with apprehension, he walked right in.

Cerys had had the sensation that they were being watched for a while before Gemini arrived, but a slight whirring sound passing overhead draw her attention upwards, behind Aaron. As Adrian joined them on the fire escape, she slowly drew her bow, holding up a finger as if to warn the others to be quiet for a moment. Watching the moment of the drone, she drew an arrow, then quick as she could, fired the arrow at the drone. She hit it with enough force to destroy the camera, and another custom arrow with a small charge built into it destroyed it's propellers. She reached out and caught it as it fell.

"Well. Doesn't look like this is going to be a friendly meeting after all," she remarked. "It's only a matter of time before they retaliate after that, so how about we go in and see what's facing us?" She said, shouldering her bow again and climbing down, throwing the door to the warehouse open. One of the first faces- or rather, masks, that greeted her was that of Red Witch. Spying certainly wasn't the Witch's style, but it meant she wasn't working alone. She strode right past Dhani and Kieran and dropped the drone in front of the villains, crossing her arms. "Typical villains. Afraid to come out and play in the light? Too afraid to fight fair?" She called. If they wanted a fight, they were going to get a fight.




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xxxstaring in the blackness
xxxat some distant star
xxxthe thrill of knowing how alone we are,
xxxunknown we are.

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Atticus just rolled his eyes at Lucy's theatrics and decided to stick to the shadows, but watched her the whole time. He loved Lucy, but she could sometimes be prone to being... dramatic. And sometimes, she needed to someone to stop her before she did something dangerous. He spotted a familiar face in the form of Lilian, and glanced in Lucy's direction before heading over to Lilian. "Something's going to happen tonight," he said by way of a greeting. "Don't ask me what but... I don't think it's good," he muttered to her. That was the worst thing, the feeling of vague foreboding. It wasn't as clear cut as his visions, but it was definite enough that he knew it wasn't just anxiety or apprehension. "Be careful, okay?" He warned her, raising an eyebrow.

There were a handful of figures he didn't recognise. But he was used to seeing them without their masks on, so it was entirely possible he had crossed paths with some of them at some point before. Two in particular caught his attention, one waltzing in a few minutes after everyone else had and going straight to the other. The taller of the two seemed more on edge, more to attention than the latecomer. Wait, were they... Were they heroes? After examining them for a moment or two, his suspicion was confirmed, and he grimaced.

"I need to go," he warned Lilian and made his way back across the room to Lucy. Lucy's hatred for heroes was significant, and he could only imagine how she was going to react once she realised. But before he could get there, the door burst open and in walked another group. One of them held a damaged drone and had a bow and quiver of arrows across her back. Artemis. They were heroes. Was this a set up? Why would the heroes corner them like this? It didn't match up with most of the things they did. And then Artemis tossed the drone to the ground and made some comment about being watched, taunting them. Atticus hadn't known of any active attempts to monitor the heroes. Lucy certainly hadn't mentioned anything. The realisation then, that they could be being watched by an outsider, hit him. He reached out a hand to stop Lucy from saying or doing anything drastic- but it was too late. As heroes and villains did, things didn't take long to turn into a full blown brawl. He'd never liked fighting like this. It was too close, too messy, too... personal. This wasn't how he'd been taught to fight, and the nagging suspicion that this was being set up by somebody else was still getting to him.

He had fully intended on just trying to get out of the middle of the fighting. But people had seen him with the villains, and apparently thought that meant he needed to die as well. He found himself drawing his knife as self defense, slashing to try and get people away from him. Then out of nowhere, something - no, someone- hit him from above. As they fell, the knife went flying from Atticus' hand and the person knocked his mask off and out of reach. Almost instinctively, he threw a punch towards their mask. Something crunched, but he wasn't sure if it was his fist or their nose. Their reaction gave him a chance to scramble to his feet and retrieve his knife. His mask, however, was gone, kicked away by the fighting.

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Character Portrait: Cerys Day Character Portrait: Atticus Hawkins Character Portrait: Kieran Valanetti Character Portrait: Piper Young Character Portrait: Jena Wainwright//Adrian Robles Character Portrait: Lilian Anderbilt Character Portrait: Aaron Langdan Character Portrait: Michael Bennett Character Portrait: Dhani Batra

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LUCIANA MORRISON
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Red Witch | Mask | Outfit | #571616
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xxx Yeah someone pour it in
xxx Make it a dirt dance floor again
xxx Say your prayers and stomp it out
xxx When they bring that in
xxx Bleed it out digging deeper just to throw it away

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Luciana was pacing around the open warehouse, tossing a glass bottle she found on the ground in the air and catching it, starting to get a little bored of what was going on. Right when she was gonna yell at Atticus, wherever he was, about possibly leaving due to no one showing up and nothing going on a familiar figure walked in. β€œAboleth! Honestly surprised you made it, little Icarus is around here, hiding in the shadows, you know how he is.” Luciana said tossing the glass bottle over her shoulder and it shattering on the ground.

The two talked a little before the sound of footsteps caught Luciana’s attention, turning to see two people. Heroes. Malfyre and Bludwynd. Lucy scowled under her mask at the sight of two good two shoes. A few scenarios went through her head about what she would run into in this warehouse, but these heroes were not what she was expecting at all. Before she could say anything or even ready her powers, a door flew open and another group of heroes walked in. β€œHmm, so this was a set up by the heroes. Surprising, but at least fun.” She whispered to Aboleth. This time there were three heroes, two of which she probably despised the most. Paladin - a good two shoes, Artemis - a powerless human, and Gemini - an annoying mystery.

Artemis through a hunk of metal down and rambled on, something about fighting fair. In a matter of seconds Red Witch made cuts on her hands and blood started flowing down her finger tips. These heroes just asked for a fight, it would be Luciana’s pleasure to give what they asked for. There were five of them and she only knew of two of her allies being here, though Paladin wasn’t much a fighter and Artemis was just a prick in her side. Red Witch made three daggers like projectiles and quickly threw them in the direction of the group of three, not aiming for anyone in particular but using it more of a distraction. β€œLet’s fight then.” Lucy said as she went on the move, dodging an arrow from Artemis as she went behind an old generator and kept moving behind structures.

Red Witch probably should’ve focused on the more powerful heroes, but she had a little grudge to settle with a hero in particular, Artemis. β€œHey little miss powerless. How about you leave this to the adults and you can watch with some popcorn as your friends bleed?” She called out with a laugh. Luciana peaked around the corner just as Atticus got attacked and his mask knocked off, but retaliated with a pretty hard hit on Malfyre. β€œFucking idiot lost his mask…” She mumbled to herself before hearing an arrow skipping off the hood of the car she was behind, the arrow actually grazing and scratching her mask.

Lucy finally sprung up from behind a burnt out car creating a bleed staff in one hand spinning it around in the palm her blood was coming out of. The powerless girl shot a couple more arrows at her, but she created a shield with her other hand, causing the arrows slowing down as if going through water and falling to the ground. Luciana rushed forward, sliding under a kick from Artemis and slamming her staff into the gut of Gemini, knocking him back a little bit and giving more space to just Artemis and Red Witch. β€œYou try to set a trap for me, but don’t bring anything more than a bow and a few of your friends? I’m insulted.” Lucy said to the female hero as her blood retracted from the weapon she made and into her hands, and using one of her hands to signal for Artemis to attack her

The two combated for a few seconds, Red Witch being mostly on the defense from Artemis, using her powers to block her attacks, but getting caught by one and getting knocked back and rolling backwards. When she stood up she noticed the ground around her getting darker and she knew, Bludwynd. She turned around to see him attempting to slash at her with two daggers. She sidestepped to try to dodge him, but got slashed by one of her daggers, wincing a little in pain. β€œOh, thanks for this.” She said as the blood dripped onto the ground, and then using it to form a sword taking a stance ready for Bludwynd. He charged and she was able to block most of his swings, the cut from his dagger helped keep her sword’s shape since the wound wasn’t so small.

During their little fight with blades, Red Witch noticed some of the infamous Legion Primes about. She hadn’t noticed them before since she was caught up with Artemis. β€œOh, and you try to bring him to stop us?” Luciana said as she broke away from the fight with Bludwynd and giving some more space. She quickly pulled a replicant and threw him into the hero and ran behind a corner and up some stairs.

As Red Witch went onto the catwalk she spotted Artemis taking shots at whoever below. β€œHey! Bitch!” She called out as she started to walk towards Artemis, forming a bow of her own and taking aim with a blood arrow at the hero. But before either of them could fire the sprinkler system of the warehouse went off and a wall of water formed between Artemis and Red Witch. Luciana scanned the room quickly and noticed others were separated by water as well. β€œWhat the hell?!”

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Character Portrait: Cerys Day Character Portrait: Atticus Hawkins Character Portrait: Kieran Valanetti Character Portrait: Piper Young Character Portrait: Jena Wainwright//Adrian Robles Character Portrait: Lilian Anderbilt Character Portrait: Aaron Langdan Character Portrait: Luciana Morrison Character Portrait: Michael Bennett Character Portrait: Dhani Batra

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Kieran Vallanetti
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Malfyre | Uniform & Mask x|xhex: #575772
xxx Bring me out
xxxCome and find me in the dark now
xxxEveryday by myself I'm breaking down
xxxI don't wanna fight alone anymore
Kieran couldn't help but chuckle slightly as Dhani reprimanded her for being late, her voice crackling to life under the mask. "Well I'm sorry, Mr. 'Be on time for everything'. Haven't you ever heard of being fashionably late?" she questioned all too enthusiastically, throwing her hands up in the air as she did so. She wasn't one for stealth in general, but she was keeping her voice down enough as the two stood in the doorway of the warehouse. Turning her face back to look at him she spoke again, "And see! You weren't missing much without me, whoever called us here probably whoosed out and now we're here for nothing. Knew I should have tracked where it came from, but nooo, someone told me I was being paranoid!!" she exclaimed and put emphasis on the last word, as she knew Dhani would understand exactly what she meant. He had told her to not put too much stress or worry into this and just relax. Rubbing her index fingers along her temples over her jacket's hood, she sighed. "Just, watch this whole thing be a dud, and I get to say I told you s-" she was cut off as the sound of others entering the warehouse had caught her off guard. Peering over the side of Dhani she could see a few familiar figures slowly emerging from the darkness. "Oh fuck me." she muttered, the eyes of her mask flickering from their normal state of simple X's, to a somewhat displeased look before flickering back to the normal state of emotion the mask displayed. She recognized those forms all too easily, as a bit of dread but not utter surprise hit her. Icarus, Red Witch, and Aboleth. Three villains she had a few encounters with, and all were unpleasant, for different reasons.

Icarus due to his reputation and use of knives, close combat if he felt like fighting. Need to keep an eye on him. Red Witch, not much needed to be said there. They had plenty of scuffles in the past, knowing each other's abilities and fighting patterns. She was a deadly foe, and an even deadly ability user. She'd have to keep on edge with that one. And lastly, Aboleth, Kieran didn't know much about her, other than that she was capable of using mind control, and wasn't a fan of what Malfyre was doing in the city. While she wasn't an outright threat, seeing her left Kieran feeling a bit odd as they'd have to watch for potential brainwashing and manipulation. Kieran unsheathed her knives from her pockets as she got into a defensive stand beside Paladin, getting ready for three that stood opposed to them. "Well, I can eat my words. This was a setup all along. So...don't even say it." she said in reference to Dhani, giving him an unnoticeable side-eye due to her mask covering her entire face. Bringing her eyes back to the three villains, her eyes squinted hard, this would be a tough fight, but she had a hunch that there had to be more heroes here. Somewhere. But she just wasn't sure. She was about to speak when another door was flung open, and three more figures stepped into the warehouse. "Oh come on! Who the fuck is this now?!" she exclaimed, finally looking over to see who stepped in. At first it took her a moment to realize the three new figures were in fact, friendly. For them anyway. Watching as Artemis tossed what looked to be a drone into the middle of the warehouse, saying how the villains had to remain in the darkness and not able to fight fair. "Oh hi, Arty, Wyndy, and Gemi." she said with an awkward and overly exaggerated wave of her hand.

Turning her head back to the villains in front of them, it seemed to happen all too fast. In simply a blink of an eye, they all engaged in combat. Kieran was caught off guard for a moment as she stumbled back, "So, we're actually doing this, huh? Alright then. Let's get shwifty." she said with a grin. As expected, the Red Witch and Artemis took into immediate combat with the other, understandably so Kieran left Artemis to fight on her own until she'd need some help. Turning her head to the other villain, she fired off a quick concussive blast with her hand which would blow Aboleth back a few feet. But not doing much damage. disorientating her opponents is what she strived for most than absolute brute force. That was for the heavy hitters like Paladin. Turning her attention further into the warehouse, she saw Icarus making a run for it where Artemis and Red Witch were currently firing off shots of arrows and blood projectiles. As she made her rush after Icarus, just barely missing a few stray arrows and blood projectiles, she jumped along one of the walls after giving herself a small burst of telekinetic energy. Pulling herself up into the catwalk above, she continued to chase after Icarus, making sure to never let him out of her eyesight, she watched as he simply used his knives as a means of slashing away any sort of close proximity of a fight. Seeing a small opening under the guardrail of the catwalk, Kieran quickly shot herself under it, and dropped down. As she came down from above, she felt her foot slam into something hard, as well as her armored hand came crashing down onto something, hearing a metal sound clatter along the concrete floor below.

Looking up, Kieran was greeted by a freshly unmasked Icarus. A small smile creased her lips as she finally got a glimpse of the man behind the mask, "Oh hi, you're kinda cut-" she was cut off midsentence as she felt a sharp and sudden blunt force smash into her face. A sickening crunch sounded as Icarus landed a good and heavy punch into her face, just barely managed to avoid the major spikes along her mask. Grabbing her nose she quickly turned away as she could feel it was clearly broken as blood began trickling down her lip. "You broke my fucking nose, you douche bag!" she exclaimed, still clenching her nose from over the mask. She didn't know if Icarus had ended up hurting himself from the initial impact with the spikes on her mask or not, but she knew that there was just a little bit too much blood on her mask to be just her own. Kieran looked back up as the familiar, metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, he had gotten more than just her nose as well. "Get your ass back here, you can't just run off after punching someone, dickbag!" she exclaimed as she gave chase to Icarus who nervously searched for his mask and knife. Slowly Kieran made her way up behind Atticus, grabbing him by the back of the shirt and tossed him to the side as he tried to reach for his knife, "Not so fast, pretty boy. But, I will give you a chance." she said as she kicked his own knife back to him, the metal sound scraping against the concrete floor.

Kieran looked at him as she took her own twin knives out from the pockets of her jacket. Twirling them around her for a moment, "Your move, play boy." she said with a grin. After a moment Icarus had finally gone in for a few quick jabs and slashes of his own, Kieran simply sidestepped and dodged the initial few. Bringing her elbow into his stomach as they grew closer in proximity, "You know, we could have gone about this differently. But you villains always have to ruin the party, huh?" she questioned with a rather annoyed tone, her voice crackling from the mask. But now it sounded as if the audio output had been damaged, flickering between her normal and modified voice. She'd have to make some adjustments to the mask later when she could fix the damaged circuits. Looking back up at Atticus as she felt a sharp and sudden pain slash against her left arm, and then her right thigh. He had managed to get a few good slashes in while she had been distracted. The two continued to exchange blows and dodges as the others around them continued to fight on. Dodging a stray arrow and projectile from the other two from above, "Hey! Be careful up there! Someone could have lost an eye!" she called out, knowing full well no one would pay attention to her ramblings. Kieran gave her attention back to Icarus, and as she went for a quick few jabs aimed towards his abdomen, the overhead sprinkler system was triggered, casting water in all directions. She went to continue on with her flurry of blows, but a wall of water separated the two of them, "What the hell?" she exclaimed, looking around as the others had too been walled off by more walls of water that had been formed from the water system. After a moment she understood all too well. Gemini was here, so of course, the one who could control water would use this as an advantage. "What the hell, Gemini? They were the ones who started this shit. So you better have a good explanation for this, or so fucking help me." she called out, her voice modifier was slowly beginning to die, flickering between the modification and her normal voice at a faster rate than before. She'd need to think of something soon. But all she could do was sit in silence, behind the fountain of water as they were all surrounded by it, being kept from fighting or being able to move much.





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Character Portrait: Cerys Day Character Portrait: Atticus Hawkins Character Portrait: Kieran Valanetti Character Portrait: Piper Young Character Portrait: Jena Wainwright//Adrian Robles Character Portrait: Lilian Anderbilt Character Portrait: Aaron Langdan Character Portrait: Luciana Morrison Character Portrait: Michael Bennett Character Portrait: Dhani Batra

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lilian anderbilt
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xxxxxxyou heat me like a filament
xxxxxxeverytime you're in the room
xxxxxxbut you burned me
xxxxxxand now I’m smoking

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It was easy enough to dodge the drones flying overhead, or at the very least to scrub the part of the feed that included her. Lilian shook her head dismissively, Why would you draw extra attention to us like that… With a perfunctory sigh, Lilian made her way into the building.

She noticed a few people had beat her here, in particular, her view gravitated towards the face of Atticus... that is, the mask of Icarus. He approached with a warning, something to never be taken lightly when coming from him. She gave him a warm smile, before realizing he wouldn’t be able to see her smile; she was unused to wearing this stupid helmet. As Icarus started to walk away, presumably to rejoin the rest of the villains, she gave him a curt nod. Her hand went to the electrolaser in her pocket, setting it to deliver a nonlethal shock, but still able to create a sonic boom through the rapid heating of the laser.

Before he was able to rejoin the others on the side of the room, the doors burst in and a new group strolled into the room. One of them threw a hunk of metal to the ground as she strode in, one of the drones that had been surveying outside. Lilian recognized Artemis; she was angry at being spied on, which was part of the reason Lilian hadn’t bothered fielding drones of her own.

It wasn’t long before the groups did what came naturally to heroes and villains in close quarters. Lilian let out a tired sigh and got ready for the ensuing fight. However, no one seemed terribly concerned with attacking her, or perhaps they were afraid to do so, which was all Lilian strived for in life. With a triumphant exhale, she dove towards the ruined scrap metal that used to be a drone, scooping it up in her arms and darting behind a box. With her laser, she cut out the camera from the drone and crafted a stick from the rest of the drone to attach it to; a moment of thought connected the camera to the optics inside her helmet, instead of its original owner.

Lilian had already developed countermeasures for most of the superhumans here, but this was a unique opportunity to gather data on the others and test her existing theories on the rest. Carefully she poked her camera up just high enough to survey the chaos. Dark cloying shadows began to propagate throughout the room, but they dissipated easily enough when the amplified light from Lilian’s laser hit them.

A curtain of water suddenly imposed itself between the combatants, interrupting her research. For a few seconds she considered sending the shock from her electrolaser through the water, but once again the concern of hitting her friends stopped her from acting. Instead, Lilian contented herself with putting a gloved hand into the stream of water and watching it ripple and writhe against her hand. Hydrokinesis... Cute.

Taking advantage of the momentary ceasefire, Lilian tapped into the feed of the remaining drones overhead. It wouldn’t take her long to backtrace their signal to its owner. Someone was watching their feed, and it would only take her a few moments to find out who, assuming they hadn’t disconnected already.

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Character Portrait: Cerys Day Character Portrait: Atticus Hawkins Character Portrait: Kieran Valanetti Character Portrait: Piper Young Character Portrait: Jena Wainwright//Adrian Robles Character Portrait: Lilian Anderbilt Character Portrait: Aaron Langdan Character Portrait: Luciana Morrison Character Portrait: Michael Bennett Character Portrait: Dhani Batra

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cerys day
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xxxwhen i burst into flames
xxxi'll leave you the dust, my love
xxxhope a bit of it will be enough
xxxto help remember the days

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As was always Cerys' first instinct, she tried to find somewhere elevated to take aim, somewhere that would give her a better vantage point. But before she could do so, a voice called out, taunting her about letting the adults fight. She'd heard a similar taunt before, and notched an arrow, waiting for her to show her face again. She saw Red Witch glancing towards one of the other villains and released. She didn't hit her target, but the arrow still scratched the villain's mask, and Cerys smiled. But when Red Witch started fighting back, Cerys realised she was overpowered in these close quarters. She stashed her bow back behind her back and instead went in with her fists. Drawing blood was only going to give Red Witch more of an advantage anyway. She didn't think for a minute she'd be able to take the villain down by herself, not unless she got a really lucky punch in, but she just needed to buy time.

Backup came in the form of Aaron, who actually managed to draw blood. The villain was temporarily distracted, and turned her back to Cerys. Cerys took the opportunity to run, scouting for a better vantage point. She spotted a walkway and scaled her way up to it, sticking to the shadows to give herself some cover. But one thing that Red Witch had said stuck with her. Something about them planting the ambush. She seemed as angry about it as Cerys was. But she didn't have time to dwell on it, because Red Witch had spotted her and had joined her on the walkway.

Cerys laughed as Luciana made a bow from blood. "You really think it's that easy?" She taunted. "I bet you don't even know one end of that thing from another. Come on, the least you could do is be origi- what the fuck?" Cerys swore as the sprinklers suddenly came on, the water shifting almost immediately to form a barrier between her and Red Witch. "Gemini, what the hell?" She called, leaning down over the balcony to spot him. But he'd come to the same conclusion she'd been working towards. Neither of them had set this up as an ambush. Somebody else had called them here.

"The blackmail..." she breathed. "How many other people here have received these... messages, the ones that tell us to stay quiet, that know who we are and know the secrets we're trying to keep?" She called.



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xxxstaring in the blackness
xxxat some distant star
xxxthe thrill of knowing how alone we are,
xxxunknown we are.

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Atticus' first instinct was to get the hell out of there, before he got dragged into something he really didn't want to be involved in, especially not without the protection of anonymity. He'd already broken a hero's nose, and he really didn't want to get any deeper into it. They, however, did not feel the same. As he ducked to retrieve his knife, they grabbed the back of his shirt and tossed him away from the weapon. He rolled and leaped back to his feet. This wasn't a fight he was going to be able to run away from. They did, at least, give him the courtesy of giving back his knife, but just drew two knives of their own and spun them, clearly waiting for him to make the first move. He was so far out of his comfort zone. He just needed a break- a chance to run.

When he finally reached out towards the hero, they easily dodged, bringing an elbow into his stomach when they got close enough, and taunting him. But their mask was damaged, and the audio was crackling, distorted. The hero noticed that as well, and was momentarily distracted by it. Atticus took his chance then, landing a few blows on to her arm and thigh, before darting away from a projectile from above. The hero recovered quickly and went for his stomach, Atticus darting away from it. But before he could make an assault of his own, the sprinklers came on, forming walls of water to separate them almost instantly. And, of course, blocking off his route to the nearest door that didn't involve running past even more heroes that would probably also try to kill him.

And then one of the heroes spoke. Something about the heroes not organising this, and that the villains hadn't earlier. He exhaled heavily, still a little winded from Malfyre's elbow landing in his stomach, and looked around as somebody- Artemis, he was presuming by the bow in her hand- asked if anyone else had gotten the messages. The ones threatening to expose them and their secrets. And slowly, one by one, people started to confirm that was the case. He ran a hand through his hair. This was... this was worse than they'd imagined. Atticus hadn't asked to get involved in any of this. He wasn't prepared to deal with any of this. Here he was, in a room full of superhumans, with nothing more than a knife and a gun and an ability that made him more of a liability than anything else. He scanned the room- and his eyes landed on one face, the only other unmasked face in the room.

Well. As if things couldn't have gotten any worse, they suddenly had just gotten a little more awkward and uncomfortable. Because, still dressed like a hero but just missing his mask, was Dhani. Of all the people in the entire goddamn city...