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Eitan Havouvi

"You know, this is a terrible idea. I know it doesn't change anything, and we are still doing this, but just wanted to put that out there."

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a character in “A Little Mayhem”, as played by Taunbon

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{"Want to know my deepest, darkest secret of which I am forbidden to speak of else I be struck down by whatever happens to be at hand at the time? You can't tell anyone, my very life depends on it, and I can only trust you with this knowledge, are you ready?.. I am rather fond of cats.” }
- E


Move | Thousand Foot Krutch || Hell Yeah | Rev Theory || Danger Zone | Kenny Loggins






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Name:
Eitan Morhei Havouvi

Nicknames:
Not including lazy nicknames based on his power (Speedy/Speedster) most refer to him simply as 'E'. Although, there are plenty less than flattering names out there that E has earned one way or the other.

Age:
23

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Heterosexual





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Ability:
♦ Super Speed
♦ Accelerated Healing
♦ Lightning Reflexes
♦ Accelerated Comprehension
♦ Advanced Perception


E is a speedster, granted the gift of Super Speed. He can, easily, achieve speeds exceeding three hundred mph and can even go beyond that. This massive speed allows him to run up buildings and sheer cliffs, run on water, catch thrown knives, dodge bullets and, if he is going fast enough, even catch them. E's super speed is an incredible, and very potent, power with very, very few people being able to match him in combat once he is at his best. His power does give him a supernatural resistance to G-Force and Inertia, but not immunity. He cannot go zero to one hundred at the blink of an eye, if he did so, he would crush his own organs. He has to gradually increase his speed so his body can build its tolerance to it, as such, a smart foe will look for that moment when he is starting up to bring him down. He can also use his power to accelerate certain parts of his body such as by quickly vibrating his arm, he can allow it to 'phase' through matter, his favorite way of attacking, to impale people. He cannot vibrate his entire body, only his hands (or whatever is in his hands such as a blade).

E doesn't just move faster than everyone else, he 'lives' faster. His cells regenerate at a far superior speed then normal humans, as such, he can heal far quicker than most people. He, of course, cannot regrow limbs or heal from something that would be impossible to heal on its own, but his accelerated healing allows things such as cuts and gunshot wounds to quickly heal. While he is not immune to disease or infections, they 'go through' his system far faster then most people. A '24 hour' bug would last little more than an hour for E. Of course, it isn't a miracle healing ability and it does tend to bite him such as with broken bones that, often, require the bone to have to be rebroken to set correctly. It is incredibly useful as E can easily harm himself with his own power. If he were to hit something, he would shatter his bones from the force of the impact (and likely, shatter whatever he was hitting too) and even tripping, whilst he is going, can be fatal.

Due to his incredible speed and mind, E has equally incredible reflexes. He can react to outside stimuli near instantaneously making 'tagging' him an incredibly difficult process. Of course, he has to be aware of it to react, if he didn't see, or hear, it then he wouldn't know to dodge. Thanks to how fast he is, and how fast his mind has to be to keep up, E can quickly absorb information, far faster then most people. He can thumb through books that would take days for people in hours to mere minutes depending on the subject. This isn't without cost though as doing so as quickly as he can cause his brain to 'overload' from exertion which can result in blackouts or, at worst, brain hemorrhaging. Both reflexes and his ability to absorb information are connected to his advanced perception. E truly does 'live' faster than everyone else. To him, the world is moving in slow motion (going even slower the more he accelerates), as such, he has more time to examine his surroundings, ponder his options and make his move.

Ability Weakness
♢ Advanced Aging
♢ Energy Bleed
♢ Heightened Metabolism
♢ Cognitive Shut Down
♢ Advanced Perception


E's incredible power has a price. A terrible price. E is aging faster than other people. While it does not look like it on the outside thanks to his skin regenerating as quickly as it does to deny things like sun damage, internally, his organs and tissue are suffering. While he is only 23 (turning 24), he has the organs of a forty-seven year old man. The more he uses his power, the harder he pushes himself, the faster he ages, and at the rate he is going, he likely won't live to see forty. Given what happened to the heroes and the, undoubted, escalating conflict when they get into it, he is going to have to draw on more of his power, to push himself closer to his limit... He will be lucky to see his thirtieth birthday. This price is a secret of his that he refuses to tell anyone, especially other villains.

Due to the extreme amount of energy his body uses to move that fast, E pumps out energy which is often to referred to as his 'Energy Bleed'. This energy is harmless, and at slower speeds, unnoticeable to the naked eye, but even the crudest sensory tech will spot his thermal and electrical output making it very easy to track him down. At higher speeds, the air will seem to 'shimmer' around him due to the heat coming from his body and, coupled with his clothes, will create a silver blur whilst long streaks of electricity will spark across his body. This 'Energy Bleed' makes it risky for him to meet up with the other villains for a protracted amount of time, and he often has to move around for fear of someone catching on to his signature. He cannot wear thermal gear to hide his signature as his body will quickly overheat and bake itself if he were to try and contain it. He has to let it bleed out.

This high energy output has to be constantly refueled, as such, E has an extreme metabolism needing to eat five to six times the amount of food of a normal person and do so numerous times during the day. If he doesn't eat, his body starts to tear itself apart in its desperate plea for energy. The more he uses the power, the greater the need for a 'refill'.

His incredible mind and perception pay a heavy price on his brain. At the end of the day, his mind is still just a mind. He is not a 'super genius' or anything akin to that, as such, his mind becomes exhausted and taxed very easily by just his 'normal' day to day actions as it has to struggle to handle the extreme amount of information being poured into it at the rapid pace especially when he is using his super speed as it has to process the world around him fast enough to ensure he knows what is going on. This strain is brutal and, if pushed too hard, his brain will shut down. He will collapse into a comatose state for hours until his mind has 'repaired' itself enough to awaken. To avoid this, E needs to sleep often and for long periods of time. On average, E sleeps 14 hours a day. The harder he pushes himself, the longer he will need to sleep. The worst he has ever pushed himself caused him to 'shut down' for two days. This is extremely risky especially when coupled with his high metabolism as if he doesn't have someone nearby to take care of him, his body can destroy itself in its quest for energy whilst his mind has shut down.

E's advanced perception is just as much a curse as a blessing. He doesn't just see bullets and knives moving slower, he sees people moving slower, hears music at a slower pace as he may be 'living' faster, the world around him, is going its normal pace. This shows itself prominently in music, where he cannot stand most due to how painfully slow and drawn out every lyric and note is, and conversations where he has to struggle to not finish sentences or interrupt people with the answer as they are speaking. It is hard to fathom, but despite his rambling, seemingly absentminded drivel, E is an extremely patient man because he has no choice. He is alone in his 'existence' living minutes before everyone else always waiting for the world to catch up.


Appearance:


Of his many talents, looking imposing is certainly not among them. E is rather scrawny, and without some nice fitting clothes, can pull off a rather lovely scarecrow, and he has the height for it standing at 6'1 which only further exaggerates his rather 'lithe' form. Being of Israeli descent, E has a nice warm cinnamon complexion, and if someone were to ask, it is his favorite feature about himself outside of his 'glorious' hair. His 'glorious' luxurious brown hair falls in thick waves around his shoulders, and frames his dark brown eyes, that he will tie back into a tight ponytail when making use of his powers. E keeps a very well maintained and groomed garibaldi beard that he goes to painstaking lengths to trim and would sooner part with his legs then his facial hair. This beard helps hide his rather boyish features such as his full cheeks and small chin, helping him look his age but even that can't help him when he smiles.

E's bright and large smile transforms his face, brightens it up and makes him look years younger then he is. This large smile is far from perfect as his front teeth slightly overlap and he is missing a few of his back molars, some of those heroes packed a mean punch, but even still, his smile tends to light up whatever room he is in, and he tends to smile or laugh often as his full lips often have a slight tilt to them as if constantly fighting a smile that is waiting to spring across them.

His sense of fashion tends to be simple t-shirts and jeans. He doesn't wear a lot of black, like many of his 'comrades', nor does he wear unitards, although, he has given it some thought as it would help cut down on the drag force. E wears high-top sneakers, as low-tops tend to fly off his feet when running, and he is rather fond of hats.





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Likes
▲Coffee ▲Cats ▲Beards ▲Children ▲Crocheting ▲Sunrises ▲Sweets ▲Reading ▲'Messing' With Other People ▲Rain
▲Earthy Scents ▲Games ▲Puzzles ▲Star Gazing ▲Red Heads ▲Bad Jokes ▲The Ocean ▲Red Meat ▲Blueberry Anything ▲Bubble Baths

Dislikes
▼Mind Reading/Control ▼Personal Questions ▼Pointless Rules/Restrictions ▼Sweaters ▼Snow/Ice ▼Coffee Creamer/Decaf ▼Loud Sharp Noises (Whistles/Snapping) ▼Southern Accents ▼Angsty 'Teens' ▼False Platitudes ▼Soda ▼Oversensitiveness ▼Purple ▼Clowns ▼Tomatoes/Onions/Celery ▼Spiders ▼The Word 'Moist' ▼Green Tea ▼Rice Burners ▼Speeches ▼Flying

Talents
✔ Sleight of Hand - Having grown up on the streets, E has picked up some unique skills that require a quick hand and no one has hands as quick as E.
✔ Brews Mean Coffee - Not incredibly useful, but E is very proud of his ability to make good coffee. He uses a percolator and sees any other method of brewing coffee as nigh-heretical.
✔ Can Totally Tie a Cherry Stem With His Tongue - Requires a bit of teeth work, but he can do it. Something he is quite proud of.

Weaknesses
☁ Tends to be a bit abrasive... Purposely abrasive.
☁ Refuses to rely on others, and secretly, doesn't trust others.
☁ Can't handle displays of personal affection.
☁ Has a desire to dominate others.
☁ Afraid of his own abilities.

Fears

The Barrier - Ever since E could remember the 'Barrier' has existed, the subconscious limiter he has placed upon his own power that keeps his speed under a certain level. As he runs and accelerates faster and faster, he can feel the Barrier and, to his dread, he swears he can hear something calling to him from the other side. Beckoning him to go faster, to shatter the barrier, to cross the point of no return and join it, and it terrifies him. A part of him, deep down, knows that should he ever break that barrier, if he were to cross that threshold.. there would be no coming back. He has never told a soul about the 'Barrier' or the voice that beckons him to join it.

Cognitive Shut Down - Along with the Barrier, E's cognitive shut down is certainly not on his list of favorites. He hates being helpless and weak which is exactly what that does to him, forces him to rely on others even in a small way, but most of all, he is afraid of his mind shutting down and never awakening again. To fall into the darkness of his mind and never again open his eyes. To simply fade away. Every time the darkness comes, a small part of him screams that this is it. The final fall of the curtain.

Mind Control - His mind is his sanctuary and prison. It keeps him living 'faster' then everyone else, separated and alone, but at the same time, it is the one place he can be honest with himself, with his desires, with his fears, with his secrets... the idea that someone can easily breach it, bare his thoughts and very soul to the world is a unimaginable horror to consider. But even more then that is the idea that someone else can control his mind and his actions, to use him like a puppet or doll and be unable to stop it... unable to fight it is the stuff of nightmares. It isn't easy being on the same side with someone who can control minds and should he ever use that power on him, or any other member in the group, and E found out about it? He would wash his hands of the group (assuming he didn't try to kill him in a blind fury).

A Still World - A fear that makes frequent trips in his nightmare is the idea that, one day, he will go so fast that he will never be able to slow down. It isn't that he won't be able to stop himself from running, but that he will have moved so fast as to put himself onto another 'plane'. Where he cannot slow his molecules down and where the world around him has frozen, to truly, and forever, be alone.






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Personality:
Abrasive/Witty || Optimistic || Enthusiastic || Independent/Maverick || Stoic


E's 'outgoing' and 'talkative' nature tends to come off one of two ways, extremely abrasive or rather witty... sometimes a little of both. E has never been afraid to speak his mind or share his thoughts with everyone around them, even if he doesn't know them, nor does he have any issue with telling someone how silly they are acting or how mindbogglingly stupid their ideas may be. His ramblings, inappropriate timed musing and jokes often rub off wrongly on many people especially those of a sensitive disposition. Those with thicker skin, or a forgiving nature, can find him rather witty and amusing with his nature of poking fun at terrible situations, his strong optimism and his habit of laughing in the face of morbidity. This 'abrasive' coating is not only his normal state of being, but also his safety harness. The world is easier to deal with if he laughs at it, and more then that, being abrasive keeps most people at arms length which is the distance he prefers people keep away from him, physically and emotionally. It has been his defensive mechanism ever since he was a child and this defensive 'coating' has only grown larger and thicker as he has gotten older and, truth be told, even if he wanted, E isn't sure he would know how to stop it.

The eternal optimist, E is, generally, the voice of lightheartedness in any group he is apart of. He is always willing to look at the brighter side (and poke fun at said brighter side) of any situation. It started when he was younger because he needed something to believe, he needed to believe it would all get better because he couldn't bear the idea that his life was shit and always would be. He would have collapsed under the weight of his own self-pity and doubt. While that reason has mostly left him, it is still a part of who he is, and more over, serves the dual purpose of aggravating some which he finds to be 'good fun'. His talkative, although not always pleasant, nature and his natural optimism, especially for a 'villain', give him a certain energy and exuberance that most simply lack, and it isn't hard for other people to get swept up in his pace.

Having lived the majority of his life with little to nothing, E knows how to stretch out supplies, how to scavenge useful odds and ends from trash and how to rough it when necessary. This is great for him as there is little E hates more than having to rely on other people, especially, if he has to rely on them emotionally. It makes him feel weak and vulnerable, easily exploited by others, and in his mind despite his optimism, people tend to strike when they see vulnerability even if that is not their conscious intentions. He loves to handle things on his own and hates being told what to do or how to do it. He expects, and will demand, a high level of operational freedom in his life and on his assignments and will chaff under restrictions. This independent streak borders on rebellious. He will often flaunt rules and restrictions simply to flaunt them making him a bit of a Maverick even among the villains. This need to flout rules comes from his deep desire to be able to stand on his own, to not need other people. Stoicism is something he has always striven for, he doesn't need a shoulder to lean on, he doesn't need arms to hold him, he doesn't need other people. He can handle himself, he can control his emotions, he can handle the pain on his own, as he has always done. More than that, he has no idea how one would even go about asking for such assistance and he cannot imagine other people giving it out without demanding something in return or expecting a level of reciprocation. He refuses to be so weak or so vulnerable, he cannot afford to be. If he were to unravel and shatter like that, E doubts he could ever put himself back together. This strong desire for independence and stoicism makes him emotionally distant from other people and if they try to get close, he tends to rebuke their advances, especially among the villains. He has already sworn to himself that if the day came where he needed them more then they needed him, he would quit and walk away, go fully solo in another city somewhere.


History:


~Infancy~


Adara and Oren had never intended to make the arduous journey to North America, but children have a way of changing priorities. Israel\s conflict with its neighbors and various terrorist cells had only grown in recent years. Suffice to say, decades of such conflict had left the land in terrible shape and while they loved their home, they didn't want to raise a child in such a place, so, gathering what money they had; they purchased transport to the west hoping for a better life.

What they found was, indeed, better then the place they left. While conflict was gone, they did face a new problem, a lack of opportunity for poor immigrants. They had to make do with what they had, but the stress quickly got to Oren, especially, with another baby on the way. What little money he could scrap together started to disappear to feed his newly discovered drinking habit. It was a vicious cycle. When he sobered up, the shame of his addiction and not being able to provide for his family drove him to drink using what little money should have been going to his family. It all came to a head when, desperate for cash, he attempted to mug someone only to find out said someone had powers. There wasn't much of the body left which, in retrospect, could have been a blessing in disguise as they could not have afforded a funeral.

Adara faced with a young boy and a baby girl, a dead husband and a rundown shack, she did the only thing she could do. Sold her body. Few were willing to hire an immigrant man, much less, a single immigrant mother of two who couldn't speak English.


~Childhood/Teens~


E doesn't remember a lot of his childhood, a mental block to protect himself from some of the things he had to witness. He can still remember men coming and going from the small shack they lived in, of the late nights she would stumble back home, her face covered in bruises. Adara had 'acquired' a 'protector'. A rough dockworker, Aaron, who took large cuts from the money Adara earned in exchange for protection, of course, it was more protection from his fist then anyone else. To ensure she stayed loyal, he introduced her to drugs, keeping her 'supplied' kept her docile, and soon enough, she couldn't reject him even if she wanted to, the craving was far too strong.

In her moments of clarity, and with E's help, they did their best to take care of Ranica, but they could do little more than watch as Ranica struggled to breath before finally succumbing to pneumonia. It was at this time, when he was just a child running through the streets, his small hand clasped around what money he had looking for help that he discovered his power, but even Super Speed can't bring back the dead.

Rancia's death was the tipping point for Adara, it broke her spirit. She was never the same, finally succumbing to her new life living only for her next fix and willing to do anything to get it. At only seven years old, E was left to fend for himself. He tried to make do stealing what food he could from his own mother and trying to avoid Aaron's gaze as the large man had taken to beating him to avoid 'damaging the merchandise'. Often thrown for the house while she was 'entertaining', he found new friends in the slums, children, like him, who, for some reason or another, found themselves spending the majority of their time in streets barely fit for packs of rabid dogs. He learned how to scavenge for edible food from trashcans and dumpsters behind restaurants, how to slip his hand into a distracted person's pocket and relieve them of their wallets and, most of all, how to avoid the larger gangs who would want to 'indoctrinate' them especially E thanks to his Super Speed which had quickly become the lifeline of their small group. It became easy, with some practice and friends, on how to steal, especially, with his super speed. He could take what he needed and left before anyone was the wiser, he stole what he needed, what his friends needed, what his mother needed but couldn't get.

As he got older, E started to hate his mother. Hate her for being weak. Hate her for letting Adara die. He put the blame of everything that had transpired on her shoulders, which, unfair as perhaps that was, made dealing with his life easier. His stealing, which had once only been to keep himself alive, became a source of pride for the young boy. He could do what others couldn't, he could get anything and no one could stop him, he started to do more elaborate thefts, sometimes, merely to prove he could. As his pride in his powers grew, and his hatred of his mother reached a breaking point, E left the small shack to live in and out of abandoned buildings with his 'friends' of other street rats. As the years went on, E grew used to this life, to him, it was normal, and despite being a rather... hard person to get along with due to his immense impatience and arrogance over his power, he was happy... well, reasonably happy. When he was 12, he took new boy, Richard, under his wing. Despite being a year younger, Richard did not know how things 'worked' in their part of the city. The boys quickly became friends and, while E still struggled controlling himself with his power, Richard had extreme patience for his age, always eager to please and quick with a laugh. But their time together was not to last.

Eventually, a much larger and stronger gang took notice of them and started to demand a percentage of their take. At first, they agreed, but E's ego refused to let them benefit from his work. Using his influence in the group, he convinced them to stop paying, to fight, because how could they beat them when they had the super fast powerhouse E on their side? He was a hero, in his own mind, a valiant knight standing up for his friends, and what had become, his family. When goons came to collect their cut, the gang of preteens jumped them beating them down with 2x4s, shovels and whatever else they could get their hands on, a message to their bosses that they would not be bullied.

They were young and incredibly, incredibly stupid. The gang retaliated with gusto, two of their younger members, just kids, were gunned down in the street, another had his ring finger removed. In a desperate retaliation, E raided their warehouse, burning what supplies he could find, they couldn't catch him, right? Even if they could, he didn't care as he was blinded by rage and bruised ego. In response, the gang launched a raid on the small rundown gas station they had been sleeping in. E fought back, using the small pocket knife he had to wound a few of them, but it was a day of learning because their leader also had powers. He could turn his skin into solid stone, and in that moment, E fled. His power had made him special, invincible. Yes, it had its downfalls, and he was, at times, terrified of it, but he was unbeatable, a god among mortals... But he was nothing more then an arrogant brat.

They took the 'valuable' kids prisoner, the girls who would grow up to turn tricks and the boys old enough to join, and Richard was among them. It didn't take much to get them to rat out who was closest to E. They left a note on the counter, a simple exchange, E for Richard. With E, they could turn him into a powerful addition to their gang after beating him into submission, or, sell him as a child with powers would, no doubt, fetch a hefty price... In response, E ran. He was young, but above all, he was a coward. He ran until his legs couldn't move anymore. Finally, after years, he did what most kids do, he ran to his mom. He hadn't seen her in years, but he had no where left to go, but as it turns out, she had been dead for months. With nothing left, he fled the city and didn't look back, his legs beating a furious trail as he tried to outrun his own guilt and shame. Richard's broken body was found, throat slit, a week later in a ditch. To the rest of the world, he was just another gutter rat that died in the slums, not worth another glance.


~Adult~


E wandered for a long time, moving from city to city, using his power to take what he needed to survive, blind to the world and everyone in it as weeks melted into months and months melted away to years. In his travels, he saw much of the same. The world was broken and not a damn thing was changing. He lived for himself know, he couldn't disappoint anyone if he only had himself, he couldn't be let down if he didn't have anyone around to do it. It was better if he was alone, easier... safer. Eventually, he 'settled' down in a city and against his better judgement, joined another group of like minded people with powers calling themselves 'villains'. E isn't quite like the others, and he knew that the second he met them, they tend to be a bit different then he as while he also had powers, he was more 'thief' then villain, but it wouldn't take much to make his thieving more flamboyant and exaggerated. He butted heads with the 'heroes' the self-righteous group of powers that colored themselves as the 'protectors' of the people, and he always thought it was amusing how the common people would hate them despite all they did for them, and even more so, why they continued to bother with those people. Against his instincts, E grew complacent in the group, but he refused to make the same mistakes as before, he would keep himself at a distance because, sooner or later, they were going to die, they were going to slip up, and he couldn't afford to lose any more people then he already has.






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|{Family Tree}|

Adara Havouvi - Mother - Passed away February 23rd, at the age of 38.
Oren Havouvi - Father - Passed away June 16th, at the age of 32.
Ranica Havouvi - Younger Sister - Passed away September 6th, at the age of 4.

Face Claim:
Avan Jorgia

Hexcode:
#8A0707

So begins...

Eitan Havouvi's Story

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Zoe glanced up at the branch above her, trying to decide if she was going for it or not. It was within her reach, but barely, and if she fell from this height, she'd draw attention to them. But it would also provide a much better viewpoint, and besides, the branch she was on appeared to be sturdy enough. She wrapped her hands around the branch and pulled herself up, using a nearby branch to give her a boost.

Settling herself on the branch, she pressed a thumb to the communication unit in her ear. "This is Hecate. I'm in position and have a perfect view of the office. It's currently empty... and whoever uses that office is messy as hell. I can count at least three- no, four- coffee mugs on his desk."

They were currently on a low-risk mission, attempting to get some information about how the attack had been orchestrated. It had been decided that getting as much information about their tactics was their first priority- and then finding the location. The heroes had rushed headfirst into it, and it had ended badly for them. Zoe had always preferred playing the long game anyway.

She kinda wished that she was actually in there, trying to get the info- but when they were half-expecting an ambush, she'd agreed to stay on surveillance. That, and she'd been promised that she'd been inside next time, as long as she didn't royally screw up.

"I'd be careful before you enter the office, though, I can still see sheets and everything all over the desk. There's probably some kind of security system in place."

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Sam sat against an alley wall, far enough away that she could contribute but far enough that she wouldn't risk the others spotting her. Hey, just because she's on the team doesn't mean she needed to break her mysterious facade, right? Anyway, she had her knees up, a new sketchpad resting against them and a sharpened pencil balancing on her upper lip.

"This is Hecate," said the small pod in her ear. "I'm in position and have a perfect view of the office. It's currently empty... and whoever uses that office is messy as hell. I can count at least three- no, four- coffee mugs on his desk."

[clor=#612185]"They should cut back,"[/color] Sam replied sagely, catching the pencil as it fell off her face. "Might end up like Mr. Gonzalez. Could you imagine having to deal with two of that guy?"

Jokes at the resident speedster's expense aside, Hecate's update meant it was now Sam's turn. She flipped open her sketch pad, bouncing her pencil's eraser on her cheek as she considered which construct to go with. Obviously something small and fast, with an eye so she could see. An eye-bat? she was feeling kind of "eye-bat".





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This... was not an eyebat. What was this thing? Some kind of eyeball dragonfly sperm gremlin? Regardless, it served her purposes.

She let her breath out slowly, and the color drained from her surroundings. She heard the familiar burbling sound and a quick glance downward revealed a rapidly growing pool of ink next to her. A slow inhale, and the paint formed into a three-dimensional photo-realistic duplicate of what she'd drawn. The world returned to full color, and she pressed her finger to the communicator.

"This is Chiaroscuro," she said,waving the small creature off in the direction of the office. "Edd-Es-Gee inbound. Now taking bets on that ambush situation."

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E moved foot to foot, growing impatient with the waiting. He had disagreed, vehemently, with the amount of cloak and dagger they were employing. It was an office, not Fort Knox. Tilting his head back and forth, staying behind Nora encase she suddenly walked into a door which would have been a much needed amusement to dull the biting blade of his boredom, he listened to the 'boss', was she the boss? Weird. Did they vote on that? Was there ever a vote? If so, E really wanted to talk to Hecate about their dental plan or lack thereof.

"Oh, thinking about two of me now, Chiaroscatarorororo? I didn't think you could handle the one," E said over the com to their mysterious drawer of all things creepy and weird, purposely mispronouncing her codename, "When you are dreaming about those rather charming and handsome Gonzalezs tonight, make sure their pants stay on. I don't put out on the first dream, and I put tonight's dishes duty on there being one underpaid night guard and a standard commercial security system."

The 'light' conversation wasn't enough stimulation as his foot began to tap waiting for Surge to do his 'thing', "Careful there Surge, don't be too happy on that, our insurance only covers angst and blandness in our members, I am already pushing the quota on the giddiness portion," he remarked on his teammates usual... state of being? Guy was blander then... then... three day old popcorn? Soggy Cheerios? An I-Spy game with Nora? Well, one of those, perhaps a bit of all of them?

"You know," E said on his commbead as he followed in Nora, "I really could just zip in and out in like... thirteen seconds, maybe, fifteen if you really wanted a deep clean. Also.. anyone else think it is kinda funny we are bringing a blind chick on a search mission? I mean... I suppose we can just shove her in a direction until she trips on something, but I have a feeling we would get a lot of shit from OSHA."

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Edd-Es-Gee grabbed playfully at Havouvi's hair as it flew over him and into the building, its wings a blur of translucent white. "That's okay, buddy," Chiaroscuro said through the earpiece. "She's just there to let us know when you finish talking." And then, wry whispering. "And just FYI, not everyone likes a quick finish."

Sam thumbed her nose, trying to get comfortable in her seated position. One more quick sketch had a wall up at the end of her alley, indistinguishable from the grey cement on either side. It wouldn't do to have anyone get the drop on her, would it? Settling back against the wall, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and the world fell away.

When she opened them again, she found herself looking down on three familiar faces in an apparently empty office building. She felt her stomach drop, followed by a feeling of weightlessness; had she remembered to give the construct ears, she imagined she'd hear the oh-so-faint whine of beating insect wings. Phase two of her part in the plan was a go. Somewhere far away, she felt a hand raise to her ear and heard her voice speak. God, this dual-consciousness thing when she was controlling a construct directly always gave her motion sickness.

"Hope you don't mind if I join you for a bit," she heard her voice say into a communicator she could-yet-couldn't feel.

The small, white paint creature she was piloting flitted around the first-floor lobby of the office building before darting off through a separate door. Surge may have taken care of the electrical security, but not all locks were electrical, and she felt it would be better to finish this without unnecessary vandalism. After all, an electrical glitch could be believed; finding half the doors smashed was less subtle.

She discovered exactly two locked doors along the intended route, and each was conquered in the same way: land on the door, release the construct's solidity, ooze through the cracks, reform on the other side, turn the handle and push as hard as tiny Edd-Es-Gee could. With the way clear, she had it land on the desk to wait for the others and pulled her consciousness back into herself.

"Way's clear, guys," she announced over their comms. "I didn't see any guards? Maybe they're playing hide-and-seek. Or poor Edd is nearsighted."

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Molly had positioned herself across the street on the far left side across from the entrance. From here she could not only see the main door to the building but also a stairwell that lead down to a sort of underground, basement, level. She was crouched under a small tree, or large bush, to which it was she didn't know, and wearing all black. Her hood was up and she was trying to be as stealth as she possibly could. The little ear piece she'd been given earlier that day had been continuously falling out and she reached her finger up to her ear once more to adjust it.

As she pressed it back into place the voices of each villian got a little louder and clearer. Each voice was unique and easy to identify, and everytime someone new made a joke or attempt to lighten the mood Molly felt more and more uncomfortable. Maybe it was because it was her first recon mission ever, or maybe it was because all she could think about was her sister, but weren't these types of things supposed to be taken seriously?

Quinn would know what to say...what to do...

Molly watched as Surge opened the door and entered the building. She then noticed two small green lights go off on the top corners of the buildings, the security cameras.

"Can you please..." Molly tryed to get in inbetween E's incessant speaking "Check the papers for names, lists, addresses..." Though she wished deeply that the villains she was now very much involved with would just focus on the task, she kept quiet. Now wasn't a good time to argue with them...maybe later. This wasn't a good idea, maybe bargaining with the kidnappers could have worked...or we could have tried harder together just the heros...is it to late to back out... Molly felt sick to her stomach, much like she had the last couple weeks. With a deep sigh she shifted her crouched position to sitting and continued on listening to the people who had been labeled "evil" to her her whole life.

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She adjusted her position on the branch, tucking one knee closer to her chest. "E, if you really want to run, go back and get me a cushion. This is much less comfortable than the movies make it seem," she said, rolling her eyes. "Remind me to bring coffee next time," she muttered.

From where she was sitting, she could just about see them entering the building. At E's comment about Nora, she rolled her eyes and sighed into her mike so that he'd hear it. "Yeah, but she'll be able to warn you if anything does happen. She wouldn't be much good up here in my tree, now, would she? I'm good, but I wouldn't be there in time to save your asses," she remarked, examining her nails. At Molly's request, Zoe rolled her eyes. "That's not what we're looking for, Blue, and you're not putting the others in danger by going looking for unnecessary information. Tactics first, details later," she snapped. Bloody heroes- didn't they understand that getting this information was the most important thing?

"No guards, huh? Definitely an ambush, just saying," she said in reply to Samantha's comment. "Good luck with that," she remarked.

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Nora couldn't stand E. She wanted to scold him for being so careless and rude, she believed it was going to get him killed one day. Instead though, His comments flew past her head, as she had learned to do, after the second time he insulted her when they first had met. It had almost become a game for him, "See how many comments it takes for Nora's head to explode". She let out a quiet sigh of annoyance, I may be blind, but I'm not deaf... She thought angrily as she walked behind Surge throughout the building.

From what she could sense, it almost felt crowded to her, and to Hecate and Chiroscuro's comment, she believed that an ambush was a probable option at the moment. If there truly was important information in this building, than why would it not be guarded, by a bunch of burly, sweaty, henchmen.

She strayed off slightly from the group and as she walked through a certain spot, she felt it. Almost like a tugging sensation, or an itch that wouldn't go away. That's how most of the time she could tell when and where a vision was going to occur. "Second no- Third. Third floor. Right above me. There's something there" She spoke in short choppy sentences, as she concentrated on the spot. "We need to go to the third floor". She hoped now, that there isn't in fact an ambush, and just an underpaid night guard and a standard commercial security system, like E had said. If she was caught in a vision during an ambush, all hell would surely break loose.

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"Quick finish, ho, shots fired," E said eyeing the eye-sperm-thingy, "You know, you really should be nicer to the mes in your dreams because this seems like serious emotional abuse, and I may have to go on twitter or tumblr or whatever these kids are doing these days and tell everyone on my blog about it. Then who will look like the idiot?.. Don't answer that."

E took a look around the empty office, sure it was weirdly quite, but it was an empty office. Would have been far odder if it was loud, still, he didn't see the point in hiding an ambush there. Only a moron would keep information in such a low-key area, and if they were smart, they wouldn't have any here even if they did put an ambush there in the odd chance they survived, plus, who keeps super secret information in a office when they can just keep it with the kidnapped heroes? Really, they were in the middle of a city, a shoot-out with villains after claiming to be bringing the city to a sense of normality would be counter-productive. If E were them, he would send them on wild goose-chases, let them make a menace of themselves until the people of the city were, literally, eating out of their hands thanks to the lack of heroes, and then, and only then, would he target them... But then, no everyone was as smart and awesome as him, he mused as he blew a strand of hair from his face, he was still banking on them just being overly cautious.

"You know Hecate, I could make a joke about how it shouldn't be unusual for you to be above so much hard wood, but I am too nice a guy to say something so crass, but I mean, come on, the hell are we supposed to do if this is an ambush? Shove our blind psychic into a broom closet?" He said not willing to give up the fight on that one yet, plus, Nora had yet to respond to him which demanded further prodding.

E thought about saying something to Blue, perhaps, ease the worry and tension in the puppy, as she totally was like a puppy, as he could almost imagine her pouting with a little puppy face after getting her head bitten off by his two teammates, Sir Bland and the Taker of Copious Amounts of Hard Wood, but it wasn't really his problem, and this was far from their first rodeo.

"Third floor?" E repeated, looking up at the roof, "Of course it would be the third floor, heaven forbid they leave the crap on the first floor and save us the trouble of stairs. Chiararakababato and I should go up first. Her eye-sperm-thingy can be a meat shield and I can zip down and escape if there is something nasty up there. "

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Reconnaissance was, admittedly, not a strong suit for Encke. He'd come to the realization many times before, each time in some position of varying discomfort, after being crouched behind a bush for hours, perched precariously on a rooftop as pins and needles crept into both of his legs, or hunkered down behind a gas tank at the edge of a firefight. And it wasn't necessarily the inevitable pain or boredom of sitting still that got to him, but rather that the whole activity just wasn't in his nature. He was an up front kind of guy. Was there an issue? Deal with it. Don't spend three hours between two tree branches at the edge of a park, staring at a group of The City's finest super villains making witty banter as they infiltrated a mediocre looking office building. Encke bit back a sigh. No, definitely don't do that.

Of course he realized on some level that there was a time and place for all this sneaking around, with The City's current situation being the prime example of such. Encke's pale eyes focused on a leaf on a branch just in front of him, studying its veined underbelly with a passive expression as he allowed his fingernails to sink themselves into the bark of the bough he himself was seated on. His knuckles turned white. All the heroes in The City were... God knows where. Nearly everyone he had befriended in The City, everyone who has saved his ass countless times, his team, vanished into thin air. Encke's usually calm demeanor was starting to fray at the edges, and the few remaining heroes of the city who had either stayed back or escaped the "negotiations" were now teaming up with the villains in a last ditch attempt to organize a rescue.

And Encke? For now, he watched. He wasn't naive enough to think that there was another way around this unfortunate alliance, but nor was he quite ready to join the group just yet. He was a little more than weary of The City's villains, and wanted a little more time to get a look at them and exhaust his other options, even if he knew he was fighting the inevitable. He closed his eyes, forcibly dissipated what he could of his anxiousness and anger, and began maneuvering himself into a better vantage point in the tree. They'll make it. Somewhere in the back of his mind, the words rang out hollowly. They always have.

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Molly didn't respond to any of the comments given back on her suggestion so politely by the villains. Instead she just leaned back again the bush tree she sat under and rest her head against it's trunk.

Since the moment the heroes and villains had come together, Molly had pondered how emotionless the villians seemed to be towards the situation. They weren't considering the many lives at stake or remembering that the heroes remaining were hurting for their current losses, they were just doing the job. Sure, these are the things that made them villains but they were helping. They couldn't be that awful if they were here right now doing this. It had always been ingrained in Molly's mind that villains were reckless, emotional, careless people. And yet tonight, even past the snappy comments and dry sarcasm, Molly had hope.

When Nora mentioned the 3rd floor Molly sat up straighter and listened intentivley. She wasn't quite sure what she would do if an ambush did happen, she honestly hadn't planned very far ahead past trying to get information. Sitting here in the dark her best option would be to stay put until someone told her what to do.

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"Come out here and say that to my face, Speedy, and we'll see who comes out on... Wait, nevermind, I'm not going to finish that, because god knows, you don't need more fuel," she said, sighing a little. "Third floor? God's sake, now I need to try and climb even more in this freaking tree. Please ignore the swearing that is about to ensue," she complained, before climbing to her feet and searching for a branch within her arm's reach.

After a few minutes and a number of highly creative strings of curses, she was perched on one of the higher branches. "Okay, so I'm as high as I'm willing to go, and I can just about see into one of the offices. This one is a little neater, it appears, but I can't actually see if anyone's in there. Also, I'm now more or less out of the running as backup as I'm pretty sure that, unless I take my time getting down, I'll either knock myself out or break a few bones."

She kept an eye on the window, still scanning the branches above her for a more secure spot. She was nearing the top of the tree, so they were few and far between, and the one she could see looked far too dangerous to try and get to. She needed to invest in some sort of climbing gear if they were going to keep putting her on surveillance.

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Ig was so freaking late it wasn't even funny.

He didn't even know what part of The City he was in - which happened, at times, when he tumbled out of an apartment building he'd never been in before; leaving some guy in bed and trying not to wake him up when he untangled himself from the sheets and ran out the front door. Ironically enough, waking up like this, with the sun already down, was nothing new.

Usually he at least didn't have anywhere he was supposed to be. Like a recon mission that he was pissed he had to be a part of to begin with. Fucking heroes couldn't keep their shit together and somehow that was his responsibility? Honestly. He was a villain. He wasn't supposed to have any responsibilities! That was the whole point.

Ig cursed as he slowed down rounding the comer, lifting his foot and trying to jam his combat boot on without stopping in his mid-run. It wasn't working, and if it wasn't for his ability to pull at shadows, he definitely would have toppled over. But he saved himself, barely. He didn't bother tying his boots as he kept up his pace, pulling his shirt free from where it hung over his shoulders and jerking it on. He ran into a few people still out late, but didn't bother to apologize.

Finally, finally, he made it to his destination. When the office building came into view he slowed, not wanting to draw attention to himself...not that he would anyway, dressed in all black, pulling at the shadows he already blended into. Ig sighed and dug through his pockets until he finally came up with his ear piece, and pushed it into place, searching the trees because he knew Zoe would be up there somewhere. He was probably late enough at this point that he'd only really be useful as backup. Which was fine by him.

"Sorry I'm late guys," he muttered when he heard the activation click. "But I didn't want to come."

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Surge eyed Nora as she claimed to know where they had to go next. It seemed bringing the prophet along had payed off after all. He nodded at E's suggestion."Sounds like a decent enough plan. In that case I'll stay down here with Omen, while you and Chiaroscuro go on ahead. Wouldn't want to leave our prophet here defenseless after all." Despite the apparent payoff, Surge wasn't too excited about Omen being here in the field. She wasn't suited for combat after all, and Surge despite all appearances grew fond enough of this little villain team that he'd rather they not meet the same fate as the heroes.

He listened to the others, as Hecate began her perilous climb, and Chiaroscuro started to repositon her creature. All the while he couldn't help but notice the absence of a certain shadow manipulator. It seemed he was late, very late, and Surge was beginning to wonder if Ig had forgotten about this little operation. Or chose not to come, no one on the team was exactly excited about working to fix the heroes' problem. Surge himself was none to happy to be on the same side of the self-righteous do-gooders again.

It seemed Ig finally managed to drag himself down, as the boy's voice sprang to life in his ear. "Good of you to finally show up Shadow. You didn't miss much, its been quiet so far. Hopefully it stays that way." It was good at least to know there was another villain here in case things went south. More back up was always appreciated.

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Ig's unexpected drop in was quite normal, this was the second time he had done this. She could sense him the second he popped in, she honestly still wasn't used to that. She often tried painting a picture, of what his abilities looked like in her head. She had never had a vision about them, so she often found herself quite curious about what exactly it looked like.

Nora listened to the others talk about Ig and leaving her in the safe area while they did all the work. She cleared her throat quietly, but there was no denying the presence of an annoyed tone . She appreciated the others, everyones, but E's worry for her well being, but sometimes it just made her even more frustrated. ""The Blind Prophet is going to go to the third floor and actually help. I have no use just standing here, like a kindergartner that has to be watched. I can handle it, at least let me make myself useful" She finished.

She walked past Surge, E, and the others towards the stairs. She used the beating wings from Chiaroscuro's monster to lead her to and up the stairs, and hopefully to the third floor. She could sense the vision the closer she got, as her hand started to twitch uncontrollably. This happened some of the time, but others it was totally unexpected. At least this time she'll know when she's about to get sucked into a vision, which to her feels like getting hit by a semi truck, twice.

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"Learning, you are, Young Jedi, fight the Sith Lord E, you must not." E said sagely to Hecate who, apparently, decided that discretion was the better part of valor. Still, she was lucky he decided not to make a comment on her climbing all that hard wood and to be careful to not grip too hard with her hands. He truly was on his best behavior today. Still, this was slow progress, unreasonably slow for just searching an office building.

"Oh, yeah, Shadow is here guys, oh.. did... did none of us care if he showed up or not? Well that is rude, I, for one, totally noticed he wasn't here and was waiting with baited breath." E said as.. really, if he was that late, why show up at all? E wouldn't have. Now that he thought about it, why was he even here? He could take off right now and there was nothing the others could do to stop him from just leaving... this. Letting out an annoyed huff, that made a lock of his hair bounce, he moved to the stairs only to be cut off by.. Nora.

"Oh, E, you had a really good idea about going first and scouting with the sperm monster, but no, I can do it! I can help cause I am a big girl with a big girl bra on!" E said following behind her, "Although, someone has to make the blind leading the morons joke or this is going to be a rather dull search mission."

Coming to the second floor, E separated from the group, digging in and taking off, leaving a small gush of air in his wake. It was... an odd thing to describe, running at the speeds he did, to him, the world didn't look all that different from before, he still 'moved' in the same ratio, but the world around him had slowed. If he tossed a pen into the air, he could circle the room a dozen times before it touched back down. Catch water droplets on the tip of his finger... the feeling was indescribable, but right now, he had a job, so in a flurry of activity, he looked through the various desk and cabinets of the second floor leaving, opening, searching, cleaning, closing in machine precision earned over a lifetime of experience.

Gone but for a moment, he was back in his spot on the stairs, "Second floor is clear. Nothing of note," E said a tiny bit annoyed as he had hoped Nora was wrong, a fool's hope, but it would have been fun, and he didn't want to leave an unsearched room to their backs and their only escape route. Well, their escape route, he could go out the window and run down.

Popping some M&M's into his mouth he 'borrowed' from one of the desk, "Third floor it is," he said around crunching candy and chocolate.

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She grinned as she heard her best friend's voice in her earpiece, cautiously getting to her feet and starting to pick her way over to where he'd be able to see her. She allowed herself to drop down a few branches, trusting that she'd be able to get back up. "Shame that baited breath didn't stop you from talking," she replied to E as she moved. She ignored his next comment as she caught Ig in her sights.

"Late and you didn't even bring coffee," she called from where she stood, having found a somewhat sturdy branch that was wide enough for her to stand on. "Simply appalling," she teased. The two of them had enough history behind them to get away with it. "C'mon, get your ass up here, I'm lonely as hell up here," she added, leaning down to hold out a hand to pull him up. Moments after she did so, however, a gunshot rang out, and a branch shattered above her head. She ducked, losing her balance and slipping. Only her reflexes stopped her from hitting the ground as she grabbed the branch she'd previously been standing on.

"They're fucking shooting at us," she yelled into her headset, glancing at the ground below. "At me, specifically," she added, trying to gauge the distance. She couldn't tell if it was far enough for her power to kick in and soften the blow. But as a bullet embedded itself about three inches from one of her hands, she knew that she didn't have an option. She glanced down at the ground again, braced herself, then let go of the branch, starting her drop to the ground.

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It's the piercing crack of a gunshot through the night air that drags Encke out of his reverie and back into the present, with his cramping legs and splinter-dotted hands. The rounds sounded as if they were coming from behind him and to his left, and definitely not too far away. He whirled around, seemingly without thought, and began slipping down branch by branch, as quickly and quietly as his bare feet would allow. His mind, on the other hand, was racing, and not entirely with fear. He wasn't sure with how to deal with the villains, but with a shooter? With someone who was almost definitely connected with whatever was going on? That he could most definitely manage.

Encke's finally reached the last bough of the tree, and he couldn't help his lips twitching into a smile as he dropped straight into an ankle-deep puddle on the ground with a small splash. It had rained recently, and the ground was littered with small pools that glittered brightly in the moonlight. He could feel each and every one, simply there and present in his mind. It would have been quite peaceful, if not for the screaming girl stuck in the tree. Encke glanced back in the direction of her voice, considering for half a second to go help her, but deciding that his abilities served a better purpose in tracking the gunman.

He peered around the thick trunk of the tree he was crouched behind, looking for the silvery glint of a barrel in the darkness. Discerning nothing, he carried himself with silent footsteps to a tree a little further back, hoping to maybe get a better view from behind whoever had fired the shots. It briefly crossed his mind that anyone from the little reconnaissance party who found him would have a hard time judging him friend or enemy, but he pushed the thought out of his head and hunkered down behind the new tree, which was a great deal skinnier than the last. He would deal with them if the time came.

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The moment the gun went off Molly's hands shot up to cover her own mouth and her heart quickly picked up speed. She sat frozen under the green brush and could only move her kneck to scan the street that seperated her from the building. The longer she had been sitting there the colder she had grown, but hearing Hecate's panicked voice in her ear now had her sweating. She began to calm herself down and begin to think logically.

The bullet had clearly been fired a ways down to her left on the same of the street Molly was on. Whoever it was must be sitting diagonal with the left corner of the building while she sat diagonal with the right corner. All the villians were on the side with the building while Encke, the gunman, and Molly herself were across the street looking at the building. With this information she knew not what to do execept something across the street suddenly caught her attention.

"There's someone coming out of the building, from a underground basement level..." Molly whispered quickly watching the man climb the stairs to reach the ground level. "He's on the opposite side of the building where Hecate was in the tree." She squinted her eyes and ducked down lower in the leaves. "And I can't tell if he's armed or not..." She added and ducked down even further making herself as camouflaged as possibly. No one had ever gone over what would happen if they were shot at and for all Molly knew it was every man for themselves. She quickly decided to remain still until told otherwise.

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Samantha was almost snapped back to her physical body by the sound of the gunshot. She took a deep breath to steady herself, and her vision of the office came back into focus.

"Well, that's kitchen duty for Wally West," she said, her construct hovering over Nora's head. "Pity, I hear paint's a bitch to get out of dishware." True, the construct she kept in their little base as a representation of her presence didn't require food or water, but tonight she'd make an exception.

Speaking of constructs... She considered sending one to help the others, but that would mean pulling away from Edd-Es-Gee, who was currently operating as Delphi's seeing-eye monster. If there was as ambush waiting on the third floor, she'd be the last to know about it, barring precognitive intervention.

Well. The three outside were big kids, and Volts was still downstairs if they needed back-up. They'd be fiiiiiiiine.

Dragonfly wings carried her construct up the stairs to floor number three, close enough for Nora to feel the air move but far enough ahead that she could put Edd-Es-Gee's utter lack of mortality to use. The hall at the top of the stairs was empty, at least. She took herself down one end, past a trio of empty offices toward the ones at the front of the building. Speedy Gonzalez would no doubt have the floor checked in an exceptionally short span of time, but it still felt wise to ensure no one was waiting around the corner for the earliest sign of-

Ah. Yeah. "Well, Edd's down. Anyone mind telling me what just hit me?" she sighed and bumped her head against the wall a couple times. Maybe they'd get lucky and it was just a startled janitor wielding the broom of plus one paint slaying. "Careful not to slip in the puddle."

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Surge had thus far resisted the urge to sigh as Nora stubbornly decided to assert her independence at about the worst possible moment. As far as he was concerned the girl was being foolish. Blind or not taking the lead and walking straight into a possible ambush with no real defenses was pure arrogance. Arrogant and dangerous. He'd rather not have one of his friends march towards a preventable demise. He was about to speak up in protest when Hecate's nervous voice came from his ear piece.

This time he did allow himself a small sigh."Great, just great a gunman." He was still on the first floor, it wouldn't take him long to run to the aid of his teammates. Then again if he were to leave the building he would be sending the others including their defenseless prophet into an ambush, without his aid.

He quickly began to weigh his options trying to decide the best course of action. Shadow, and Hecate were out there faced with a gunman, of course the heroes were out there as well, but one of them was only useful if an injury had occurred, something he'd rather avoid in the first place. Besides he learned along time ago you could never really place your faith in the heroes of The City. They couldn't be relied on to help his teammates. And as for the others Chiaroscuro was in no real danger, and if an ambush were to be waiting for them then E should be able to get Nora and himself out in a flash. He wasn't sure exactly where the gunman was, what the distance was, or anything else. However if an ambush did occur and they needed to quickly evacuate he'd likely get in the way, it was doubtful E could speed away everyone vulnerable to a gory bullet filled death. At least he could find someway to help outside with the others.

"Hecate this is Surge. I'm still on the first floor, and I don't trust any of the heroes out there to be of any use. I'm coming to help. I can be out there in a minute or two. You and Shadow hang tight." Despite the fact that two of his friends were currently being shot at, Surge remained relatively calm. On the surface at least, truthfully he was quite worried for the sake of his teammates, and as he ran out to their aid he began calmly breathing in and out, an attempt to keep himself from involuntarily sparking as he ran to the aid of his friends.

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Spencer paced back and forth on the rooftop of the building across the street. Her friends were on the ground and she could easily see them from where she was, the few times she peeked over the edge that is. Her hood was down and she was trying to calm the urge of punching something in the face all while the villains spoke to each other in the ear piece. She really wasn't paying attention to their banter and only trained her ears onto the information she needed. As time went on she peeked over the edge a few more times to make sure her team mates were okay especially on Molly's side. If anything happened to her especially Spencer would surely lose it.

Red sat down only for a few minutes observing the villain that was in the tree spider monkeying her way up when another one of them showed up. Again she watched for what seemed to be a couple of seconds before a gun shot made her instantly whip her head around towards where the sound came from with bow in hand. She loaded a red tipped arrow as her eyes scanned the ground across the street and when Molly quipped up about the mans location Spencer's eyes quickly locked onto him. "I got him in my sights, she went quiet for a second while Red shot an arrow through the mans hand that held the gun causing him to drop it on the ground. "well he's got no gun in his hand now, that won't hold him for long though." she commented through the ear piece.

As the guy dropped to his knees grabbing his hand in pain Spencer took this time to slide down the pipe that was attached to the side of the building and hit the ground with a light thump. She jogged over to Molly while keeping her head down and crouched beside her. "I bought them some time to make a move but they better make it quick because I don't know if righty over there knows how to shoot with his left."

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The gunshot made Nora momentarily stop in her tracks, as she pinpointed where it was coming from, she calculated if they hurried they should have enough time, well maybe it depended on the length on her vision, which hopefully wouldn't be too long. Nora felt the absence of Chiaroscuro's monster, which made her slightly worry for the energetic girl that always came into her shop. She quickly decided that she didn't have time for worrying and quickly continued up the stairs, doing quite well without any help from the so called 'sperm monster'.

Well, there still was E's presence behind her, but just for this tiny moment she was glad for it. If the gunman did manage to make it up here, and she was by herself, well she didn't want to think about that.

Nora felt the absence of stairs, and she knew she had made it. She slowly made her way onto the third floor, the farther she got inside the more her head began to scream, it was almost like some twisted game of hot or cold. Sometimes she was grateful when she could sense a vision, but there was no denying it hurt like hell. She winced as she passed a small office cubicle and a sharp pain passed through her body. She turned back approaching the cubicle, her head now becoming a non stop police siren. She slowly outstretched her hand towards the surface of the desk, her hand trembling more and more as it got closer. "E, it's right here, j- just give me a second" She spoke quietly, her tone almost coming out genuinely afraid, which wasn't a lie at all. Nora was always terrified of receiving visions, because of what she saw, and what she couldn't fix. She finally outstretched her hand and her trembling fingers touched the cool, smooth surface of the desk, and instantly she was thrown into a black void. Like always, her body shook slightly, and her eyes retained more of the milky white color every time she received a vision, she was glad she never had to witness it because her imagination made it out to be horrifying.

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"Balls, I hate doing dishes," E groaned at Sam's comment. The gunshot had nearly caused him to jump, luckily, Hecate's shouts into his comm-bead had a certain calming effect. The world could fall apart so long as something with a bit of 'normalcy' was going on to cling to, "Duck and weave, Hecate, duck and weave," He supplied helpfully, really, he would rather her not get shot, and in hindsight, he could have kept his mouth shut, but humor helped him keep his edge, so they could deal with it. On the bright side, the shooter had somehow managed to miss a woman hanging in a tree, so the odds of them being an expert marksmen was fairly low.

It didn't help that Chiaroscuro's sperm-thingy just went down to whatever was on the third floor. Hell, it was almost to be expected as when things go south, they tended to keep on going. At the rate, they might just hit Mexico. E gave a soft shrug, dropping the M&Ms out of his hand and onto the lush carpet below them, "Good luck, Sparky," he said to his electric teammate as he passed him on the stairs keeping pace with their blind psychic.

It probably was for the best, and as much as it was odd to think of, he was the best choice to be left with Nora. He would probably be able to get them both out if things managed to go even further south, although he heard Brazil was rather nice this time of year, and the most likely to react quickly enough to an ambush to not get brutally murdered. He could only imagine how terrifying that idea would have to be to Nora.. if... she had thought about it yet, E wasn't sure how he would feel knowing his life was in the hands of another person, especially, if that person was anything like him.

E followed Nora quietly, trying to both watch her and keep an eye out for whatever had taken down the spy-sperm, but it was proving difficult. Even in the low light, he could make out her facial expressions, the winces and twitches, made worse by the fact that he had no idea what to do besides follow her and hope they didn't hit Antarctica. He slid his eyes to the desk she was reaching for, her tone was off-putting, to say the least, he opened his mouth to say something, but one look at her face stopped him.

He had always gone out of his way to avoid looking at her when she went through visions, it was always rough, but the others had it lucky. They didn't see what he saw. They didn't see it in slow motion. The slow changing of the eyes as what color was in them drained out, every muscle spasm, every uncontrollable shake of her body, every flicker of pain that danced across her face, and he could do nothing. His instincts as a thief and villain screamed at him to be on the lookout for whatever, or whomever, brought down the sperm-spy, but he couldn't look away from Nora, his hand stretched out then hesitated. What was he supposed to do? If he touched her, would it make it worse? Would she see visions of him and whatever she was seeing now? How long had she been in that vision? How much time, real time, had truly passed? It felt like she had been standing there an eternity, but had only a few moments passed? Unable to bear it any longer, E gently touched her shoulder, "Nora," he said quietly, trying to will her back from... wherever she was.

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Encke stiffened considerably as he heard an arrow whistle through the air and land on its mark with a dull thunk, accompanied shortly after by a terse hiss of pain somewhere in front of him and to his left. His eyes widened, and he adjusted his position behind the tree to he would still be concealed from the gunman. He tried to glance over his shoulder to get a view of where the arrow had come from, but it was simply too dark to make out anything besides vague shapes and shadows. He knew pursuing a target when surrounded by uncertain company, whom he was fairly sure had not spotted him just yet, wasn't the brightest of ideas, but the gunman was getting away, and along with him Encke's best chance for finding the heroes.

He glanced around the tree again, feeling the damp, rough bark press into his cheek uncomfortably. A dark figure stalked off in the direction of the road, clutching his hand to his chest, and Encke started after him, taking less care to conceal himself as the man broke into a jog in the direction of the street. It was now or never.

The man ran out into the street, and Encke was but a few paces behind him, already feeling the water rise from puddles on the ground to swirl and writhe at his fingertips. He had almost reached the streetlight and reared his arm back to strike when another sharp thunk of an arrow pierced the air, freezing him in his place. A gunshot, and another arrow on its heels. Encke watched with shocked eyes as the bolt landed squarely in the man's face, protruding grotesquely amidst a small spray of blood before he crumpled noiselessly to the ground. It took a moment for his mind to kick into gear.

This idiot had just killed his only source of information. Assuming he was right about her connections to the group of villains who were supposedly working to free the heroes, this idiot had just killed her only source of information. He stood there, half livid and half in utter disbelief, instinctively reaching around his shoulder to grab the hilt of one of the long knives that were slung across his back. A well of anger he hadn't even know he'd had in him was bubbling to the surface, making his knuckles turn white as he gripped the handle of the blade. A tight coil wrapped around his chest. Every inch of his being commanded him to shake her, dig his fingertips into her shoulders and scream at her for her stupidity. He settled for unsheathing his knife and holding it out at his side, pointed slightly downward in a gesture of peace, but easy enough to flick up if he needed to defend himself. If this group of villains was going to go around killing his only connections to the heroes, then maybe it was time they finally talked. So instead of slinking back into the bushes before he was spotted, he stood in full illumination of the streetlight, glaring at the archer with hard, pale eyes.

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Well, tonight was going swimmingly. A gunman shows up, Edd gets whacked, and now she gets to sit in an alley while everyone else does shit without keeping her updated. How absolutely fantabulous. Apparently Hecate was hurt, and there hadn't been any reply from E or Delphi, so who even knew what was going on there.

"Anyone wanna fill me in on what's happening?" she said into the communicator, eyes flicking to the wall to make sure no one had come sniffing. "I mean, I get it, you're busy, but poor communication kills, so maybe spare a quick status update for the one who's not there?"

God, this had to be the worst part of being a distance fighter, she never knew what was going on unless someone told her or she had something in the field. She felt frustrated by the lack of knowledge, and her leg bounced compulsively as impatience ate away at her. She felt the need to do something, not out of worry, but to relieve this tension she got when she felt like she was being left out of the loop.

She flipped open her sketchbook, hastily drawing out something she could use to disguise herself - a dark mask with a flowing bluish mane and a purple design around its single eye hole.





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How delightfully animesque. She brought the mask into being, then draped it over her face before dropping the artificial wall and darting toward the office park. She kept to the shadows, ducking behind dumpsters and into alleyways whenever she felt someone was coming. When she finally arrived at her destination she took up position behind a tree to keep out of sight, taking in the view of her "teammates" just in time to see one put an arrow through a man's head, with grand hero Trapshot stepping forward to confront the archer.

Just fan-fucking-tastic.

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