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Things progressed quickly, much too quickly when Azure--half dragging some blonde haired tart--made it to the safe house. There was a brief exchange he shared with the enemy M-Type that was, for the most part, lost on Arsenic which was followed by an explanation of sorts. She wanted badly to point out that Azure was omitting several parts of the story but decided against it. It was probably part of his master scheme or something. Shifting back into human form, it was at about time that Arsenic became painfully aware of her lack of clothing. The night air was bone-chilling and the amount of people arriving was beginning to make even one as accustomed to having her clothes dissintegrated as she uncomfortable. While Azure showed the enemy around...showed the enemy around. What a wierd situation... she thought with a shrug. The woman proceeded to the back to a storage closet and donned a fresh set of underwear, jeans, t-shirt and jacket, all specially prepared for the M-Type who's powers required spare clothes.

When she returned to the small group the mind-reader was nowhere to be seen. Sable, however, was kneeling over Azure and forcing some black energy into him! Arsenic hissed and lunged at the dark girl...and came to an abrupt stop as Sable withdrew, leaving a much healthier looking Azure. Fuck...you dumbass. She's the healer... Scratching the back of her head, Arsenic's face flushed and she glanced away in embarassment. A quick survey of the room brought her exactly what she required. Reaching into a small crate near the mini-fridge near the dust-botted window, a small orange object was retrieved.

Arsenic approached Sable with a purposeful, almost intimidating stride that spoke of punishment to come. Yet, she stopped just in front of the girl. Lowering herself onto her haunches and refusing to meet Sable's gaze, Arsenic placed the tiny package on Sable's lap. It read Reese's in yellow and black letters.

"Thanks..." her words of gratitude were barely audible as Arsenic arose to sit down next to Azure. She absently stroked his hair, staring at nothing in particular. After a few minutes a look of realization dawned on her;

You didn't catch my hat, did you Blue?
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The world was little more than an enveloping darkness interrupted by momentary periods of lucid glimpses into the waking world. It would have been a long, comfortable sleep had not Azure interfered. A sudden lurch accompanied by a sense of falling snapped Vermillion out of his stupor just as the spacial transport dropped him off at HQ. He looked around in panic for a moment before realizing where exactly he was. With a sigh, the beaten man leaned his head back and closed his eyes in defeat.

I lost. Fuck. Spectrum's presence going unnoticed, Vermillion rested on the cool ground looking very much unconcious while contemplating his utter humiliation. By the time Citrine arrived he had reached an ultimatum; Level 10 would be required to even think of matching Azure's new power. Sadly, that would result in near-instant death. As Citrine's mental voice resounded in his skull, Vermillion made sure to banish the thoughts from his mind just in case she skimmed over his thoughts. In fact, no mental response was given at all. The only thing Vermillion thought of was darkness, as if to simulate a dreamless sleep. It wasn't until he was rested into the medical bed and placed on an IV drip did he even deign to open his eyes. Alone. Again.

Three minutes of silence was all it took before Vermillion couldn't stand it. Thanks for the lift, hot stuff. The smile in his mental voice was almost a visual thing.