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Encke Aryes

"Don't throw my bones in the fire to warm your own."

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

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"What matters most is how well you walk through the fire." -Bukowski

Animus Vox | The Glitch Mob || Won't Back Down | Benjamin Francis Leftwich (cover) || Masters of War | Ed Sheeran (cover)




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Name:
Encke Rayne Aryes

Nicknames:
Trapshot, Trap

Age:
20

Gender:
Male, Masculine

Sexuality:
Bisexual





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Ability:

Encke primarily possesses the power of water manipulation, in its many and various forms. Beyond simple feats of aquakinesis, such as moving and lifting small bodies of water, this hero can also command tides and whirlpools, and breathe underwater by using his powers to extract oxygen from the liquid surrounding him. However, logically, the larger to body of water he is attempting to manipulate, the more strength and concentration he will require to be successful, assuming its even possible: forming a few litres of water into a ball and hurling it at someone is nothing compared to, say, drawing in a tide.


Appearance:

Encke, by any standard, has quite an eye-catching appearance, not in the sense that he is especially attractive, but he just has an exceedingly odd combination of features that most people find unusual. His skin, bronzed and a dark shade of chocolate, contrasts starkly with his close-cropped honey blond hair and light, topaz coloured eyes. While not so bold in colour to look unnatural, the combination is quite odd, and definitely enough to make most take a second look. If you can get past the oddness, however, his features are actually quite warm: Encke's pale eyes are expressive, endlessly flickering with earnest emotion and concern, even if the rest of his countenance can be a bit stoic. His sharp jawline and high cheekbones may not do him a lot of favors in the "approachable" department, but it only takes a little while to get past that.

Solidly built, Encke is all lean muscle, and though he doesn't have a scrap of fat on him, he isn't really the type to be called "skinny". He isn't bulky either, but he definitely is broad shouldered, and is a lot more suited to heavy lifting than, say, acrobatics or endurance running.

He hates shoes, and refuses to wear them as often as he can get away with it, and thus has extremely calloused, tough feet. He dresses neatly but simply, and wears a tight, black sleeveless shirt with matching pants on missions that call for increased stealth and dexterity. Encke rarely, if ever, wears a mask.





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Likes
βœ” The Ocean βœ” Rain βœ” Climbing βœ” Adrenaline βœ” Humid Weather βœ” The Beach βœ” Tropics βœ” Children βœ” Kid's Cartoons βœ” The Stars βœ” Space βœ” Sailing βœ” Compassion βœ” Being Read To βœ” Black Licorice βœ”

Dislikes
✘ Arrogance ✘ Laziness ✘ Deserts ✘ Most Sweets ✘ Dishonesty ✘ Flying ✘ Coffee ✘ Easily Excitable People ✘ Stupidity ✘

Talents
➢ Great instincts and a natural leader, he's effective at getting others to go in the direction he wants them to
➢ Could quite possibly outswim anyone, and is quite strong and fit besides
➢ Bright, and will easily get the hang of things if they are taught in a manner he can understand

Weaknesses
➴ Though bright, Encke did not complete his high school education, and it shows. He struggles when trying to solve highly mathematical or technological problems, and has a hard time getting through any reading beyond a 7th grade level (he's been to several doctors who believe he has dyslexia).
➴ Can be exceptionally stubborn
➴ He is prone to clinging a little too tightly to tradition, and being abrasive towards others who he sees as too different from himself

Fears
Loss: Encke, above all, fears the loss of those he considers his family. There is nothing he values more than his loved ones, and has always considered them as a sort of anchor to his own self. After all, he doesn't remember over half of the years he's lived, his formative, crucial years. Years key to building a sense of self and forming your own understanding of reality. Encke never got that chance to define himself on his own terms, and has since instead been entirely shaped by a world that stumbled upon him by happenstance. Those he spends the most time with and enjoys have thus become, in his mind, extensions of psyche: he both rediscovers himself and creates himself through them. To lose that would only compound upon the identity he's already lost.

Flying: He'll try his best not to show it, but he likes his feet planted firmly on solid ground, and he can always feel his stomach hit the floor when he steps on a plane.






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Personality:

Encke, more than anything, is a calm and collected individual. He is not composed to the point of unfeeling, and more than willing to joke around when the time calls for it, but otherwise he prefers to organize his thoughts before he acts, and won't lose his cool unless the circumstances are extremely strenuous. He was never one to get fired up over nothing, and speaks in a reserved, confident manner, showing restraint in almost all that he does.

Despite this, Encke can be intensely passionate, and has a strong moral compass that at times leads him to insubordination. He won't stand for something he believes to be wrong, and that means morally or practically. At times, this can be a weakness: his strong faith in his own judgement, while not unfounded, can leave him hard to persuade of other ideas. That being said, he does his best to be fair, and will not cling to a judgement that has been proven to be harmful or incorrect.

Despite his tendency for disobedience, Encke truly believes in the principle of the whole before the self, and would gladly sacrifice for a cause he deems worthy of his trust. He understands that no institution, or person, if perfect, and it is important to look at the sum of one's parts before you begin scrutinizing them. He holds tradition, respect, and honor, in very high regard.


History:

Unfortunately for Encke, up until the age of thirteen, there isn't a lot to put down in this category. He was found shivering and delirious on a beach near Seattle, Washington by a couple of tourists who decided to brave the relentless drizzle for a late night stroll on the boardwalk. Their names were Holly and Kurt Ayres, a single mother and her son, and would later take in Encke (they discovered the word on a soggy piece of paper in his fraying coat pocket) after the doctors diagnosed him with retrograde amnesia and declared him a ward of the state.

Despite that whole episode, Encke actually has had a notably decent life. His adoptive mother, though an American citizen, was actually an expat living in Belize, and took him to live in Belize City as soon as the adoption process was finalized. He struggled daily in a school that did not have the resources to tend to his learning disabilities, but Holly was understanding, and let him drop out when it became clear that school could no longer help him. Growing up in the tropics by the ocean was incredibly satisfying, and allowed him to foster his powers as he discovered them, which began some time after his fourteenth birthday.

He made sure his abilities were kept hidden from those he knew, simply because there was no need to tell them. Holly was always accommodating, and he trusts his brother more than anyone, but he isn't sure how either of them would react. Encke has since left Belize to live in the US.

Nobody really has the slightest clue of what happened in his early childhood, or why he has such a large gap in his memory. There's no record of an "Encke", or a boy matching his description, in any missing persons' databases. At times, he gets images of a past long forgotten, triggered by sounds and smells, and is quite prone to vivid and odd dreams, but doctors have repeatedly told him that the damage suffered to his brain not only make recovery of his memory unlikely, but dangerous to even attempt. He tries not to obsess over it, but has never quite managed to suppress the intense feeling that a bigger part of him than he could realize is lost.






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{Mazzi Maz is the literal opposite of Encke and while that is completely hilarious don't try and take away any of Encke's personality from all these gifs. For viewing pleasure ONLY.}

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So begins...

Encke Aryes's Story

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Character Portrait: Zoe James Character Portrait: Eitan Havouvi Character Portrait: Samantha Ma Character Portrait: Donald Smith Character Portrait: Nora Kingsberry Character Portrait: Molly Davenport Character Portrait: Encke Aryes

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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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Character Portrait: Zoe James Character Portrait: Eitan Havouvi Character Portrait: Ig Montgomery Character Portrait: Samantha Ma Character Portrait: Donald Smith Character Portrait: Nora Kingsberry Character Portrait: Kai Pierce Character Portrait: Molly Davenport Character Portrait: Encke Aryes

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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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Character Portrait: Zoe James Character Portrait: Eitan Havouvi Character Portrait: Ig Montgomery Character Portrait: Samantha Ma Character Portrait: Donald Smith Character Portrait: Nora Kingsberry Character Portrait: Molly Davenport Character Portrait: Encke Aryes

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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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Character Portrait: Zoe James Character Portrait: Eitan Havouvi Character Portrait: Ig Montgomery Character Portrait: Samantha Ma Character Portrait: Donald Smith Character Portrait: Nora Kingsberry Character Portrait: Molly Davenport Character Portrait: Encke Aryes

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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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Character Portrait: Zoe James Character Portrait: Eitan Havouvi Character Portrait: Ig Montgomery Character Portrait: Samantha Ma Character Portrait: Donald Smith Character Portrait: Nora Kingsberry Character Portrait: Molly Davenport Character Portrait: Encke Aryes Character Portrait: Spencer Borden

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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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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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The only thing that Nora really loved about her visions, was finally being able to see again. She had to blink a couple of times to adjust her eyes, as most of the time it was quite over whelming. She took a couple steps back, covering her eyes, as they slowly adjusted to the bright white light of the room. As her vision settled she could see that she was back in the 3rd floor of the office complex again, except she was alone. Well she thought she was until she looked up and noticed 2 men talking hurriedly near the door. She took a couple steps towards them trying to attune her ears to their conversation, but she could only make out a couple of sentences. "Dammit! How could you have let this happen?!" "We didn't know they'd be with..." "If they figure out what we're doing, then we're screwed, he's going to skin us alive, do you want that?". The thing about her visions were, they were never direct, and she hated it. As she approached both of the men, she couldn't make out either of their features, it was almost like they were painted on a canvas but someone had gone up and smudged their faces, leaving a blurry mix of colors, bleeding together as a face. She could somewhat make out a distinct scar running across the man's, who she assumed was higher up, face. Soon their words started to slow down and mush together almost like a video tape slowly dying, and she was thrown out of the office building, smoothly into another setting.

The colors of this area were far more harsh, and dark. She could smell the musty, stale aroma of the air, and could faintly hear the sounds of dripping water, from pipes? She couldn't be for sure. She definitely knew she was in some underground sort of area. As her eyes adjusted to the dark lighting of the room she could make out several pallid faces surrounding her, it took her moment to realize she was surrounded by heroes, the missing heroes. She tried to get up, to maybe scout the area as much as she could to try and find some hint to where they were, but she couldn't move. She looked down at her wrists and noticed that they were tightly bound with some sort of rope, digging deeply into her flesh. She was horrified at the sight and tugged roughly on the bindings, but it only made her wrists scream in pain. "It's no use Quinn, we've tried thousands of times, you're just going to end up hurting yourself even more", Nora looked up to the source of the voice and noticed one of the heroes had spoken up. He had dark blonde hair that fell into his eyes, which were quite an odd shade of almost orange? He looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn't quite pinpoint it at all. She couldn't help but noticed how drained he looked, and as she looked around at the others they all looked the same, almost dead like the life force was slowly being sucked out of them like a straw. As she looked back to the boy to possibly ask him anything, anything to help, she nearly choked on a scream. His face, his face was horrific. Almost like a zombie that slowly had flesh peeling off to the bone. She had almost no time to react, as she felt a cold hand on her shoulder and looked over to see another hero with the same features, only this time, the girl was worse. Now she could see bone, poking out beneath the rotted flesh, as the girl reached out to her with a skeletal hand her eyes blank, blank and dead, this time Nora screamed.

It was abrupt, almost like she was being sucked through a vacuum, she had never switched visions before so painfully. She felt as if someone grabbed her and wrenched her out of the nightmare only to throw her into another. This time though she was surrounded by the harsh fluorescent lighting of a... doctor's office? No, it looked too, what's the word, shady? There we go, too shady to be a doctors office. She was still slightly shaking from fear and recovering from the last vision when the door to the room opened with a small creak and she looked up to watch middle aged man come into the room with a particular grim look on his face. He approached Nora, and looked her sternly in the eyes before speaking, his words felt almost detached to his body, it was all together quite terrifying. "It seems to be that you're aging at an accelerated pace.... On a subatomic level, your atoms are moving to fast for your body to comprehend, and in response your body is..." What the hell...? None of this made sense, what did this have to do with anything that she touched? As she looked closer though, she noticed that the doctor wasn't looking directly at her, but directly next to her. She slowly turned to see the form of.... E? Oh god, he must've touched her. She was seeing his future. Oh god, oh god.. She repeated as she turned back to the doctor, everything about the vision clicking into place.


Nora didn't realize she was screaming. She could her the loud pitch of a girl screaming, it sounded almost pained, but it didn't feel like it was coming out of her, but someone else. Her hands were like concrete gripping onto E's arms as she came back to the present, back into the office building, and out of the vision.

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Character Portrait: Zoe James Character Portrait: Eitan Havouvi Character Portrait: Donald Smith Character Portrait: Molly Davenport Character Portrait: Encke Aryes Character Portrait: Spencer Borden

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Zoe just rolled her eyes at Surge, not even gracing him with a reply. Apparently Molly was on her way now, and while Zoe was more than willing to just move and deal with the pain, she was also pretty sure that the healer- and possibly some of her other teammates- would yell at her for doing so. So she stayed put, leaning against the tree where she had been.

She grinned at Spencer as she approached- but then noticed Encke's glare from across the street. Yet again, she rolled her eyes. "What happened to heroes being about preserving life and all that bull?" She asked the archer teasingly, straightening up as much as she could. Her ankle wasn't even that bad, but unlike Spencer, Molly was a typical hero who wouldn't want Zoe putting herself through anything unnecessarily. Zoe decided not to tell her about the time that she'd run an entire mission with a gunshot wound to her shoulder.

It was only then that she realised how quiet E had gone. "Yo, E, is everything okay? I get worried when I don't have your voice as white noise in the background," she said.

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As Molly crossed the street, she heard another gun shot. Cringing slightly at the sound she continued on, unsure of where it had landed. Hecate, Surge, and Ig came into focus quickly as she neared the tree. Hecate was leaning against the trunk, putting pressure on her other foot. She didn't appear to be in any major pain. However, it was in no way safe for her to rely on a hurt ankle, especially if they had to make a run for it.

Molly approached Hecate slowly "Could you sit down? It's easier that way." She asked. The young healer had been doing this for years and after many sprains, twists, and breaks, she knew the fastest way to get this done. Once Hecate had done as asked Molly knelt down beside her ankle. She began to reach her hand out to roll back Hecate's pant leg, but there was a bit of hesistation. She'd never touched a villain before and she could only push away uncomfortable thoughts of what her parents would think if they saw her doing this. However, now was not the time to think of them. There were greater things at stake.

The healer rolled up the bottom of Hecate's pant leg about an inch and she pushed her sock down. Then she pressed her hand onto the girl's cold skin. When healing sprains and anything to do with the muscle, it was alway necessary to touch the hurt area. If the wound lay on the skin then hovering over it would do the job, but of course this was currently not the case. As her hand lay on Hecate's skin, a warm blue glow began to tranfer from Molly's fingers and palm, into Hecate's ankle. Both girls were able to feel the warmth and Molly kept her eyes on her hand, watching the blue glow. As the strengh in Hecate's ankle was restored the light began to fade away, until no light was visible to see.

""You should be good now." Molly avoided eye contact with Hecate and just out of luck Spencer came running up to join their now growing group of people. And so she slide over to stand next to Spencer. Due to the dim lighting Molly was completely unable to see the cut on Spencer's shoulder and only grimaced when her friend handed her a knife. ""Red I'm not going to go stab anyone..." She mumbled attaching the knife to her belt and looked over her friends shoulder to see Encke standing in the street. ""Uh what's Trap doing?" Blue asked nodding her head in his direction.

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"What happened to heroes being about preserving life and all that bull?" teased Zoe but in that moment Spencer took in the full realization of what she just did. She gave a nervous smirk before her eyes traveled down to Hecate's ankle where Molly worked. While it looked as if Spencer was just observing Molly's work quietly in reality she was trying to wrap her head around what she just did. She just killed a man in cold blood and . . . she didn't regret it. She just thought about the people that killed her sister and didn't feel guilty whatsoever. Red can remember the distinctive clothing that the men were wearing that night when she found her sister. They were dressed identical, looked like a uniform of sorts but this man she just killed wore street clothes. He had to be a hired killer, there couldn't be no other explanation.

Her mind pondered these questions before she was finally snapped out of it by her best friends little mumbles. "Y-you don't have to kill anyone." Spencer said as her voice faintly cracked in a distraught manner. "A knife isn't just used for killing . . ." she mumbled with eyes on the ground before turning around and facing Encke. She met cold eyes with her own challenging stormy grey ones as they stared each other down for what seemed like hours which in reality were only a few seconds at most before Zoe commented on Spencer's wound. Red was first to break eye contact as she quietly glanced down at her own wound that she totally forgot about. She looked up at Zoe meeting her eyes. "It's nothing," her lips curved upward ever so slightly forming a very faint smirk before turning her attention to Molly. "It's nothing to worry about just a little scratch. Save that energy of yours in case someone actually gets seriously hurt."

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"Hey, I didn't do any-" E paused for a moment, "Kinda do anything," As, looking back, touching someone who gets visions through touch as she was having a vision was a pretty stupid plan, but hey, hindsight is 20/20. At the very least, she was as shaken up as he, would have been so much worse if she had come out of it unphased, would have certainly 'unmanned' him, as it were.

Still, what had she seen? Had she seen something about him when he touched her? He hoped not. He had some shit he wanted to keep to himself, and more over, he didn't want to know his future. E liked surprises, would ruin the experience if she told him what happened in the next Star Wars movie... Yeah, he was going with that.

"Yeah," E agreed as he tapped his comm, "Time to get the fuck out of here. Gunshots and what not tend to summon the cops, unless we are in a certain parts of the city, but sadly, we aren't. Hell, I would be almost willing to leave my car unlocked in this neighborhood... if, you know, I had a car."

Moving to the windows to take a peek, he spotted a man standing in the street with two knives, he couldn't make out his face from this distance, "Hey, guys, who the fuck is that? You know. Guy with the knives? Hey, you know what? Don't answer. I'ma just go home. Yeah, Omen had a vision, and I assume she got what we needed, so fuck that guy, not even dealing with that."

E took a moment to gather himself, and his courage, before turning back to Nora, "Hey, did you bring gloves or something? I can zip us out of here faster, but, you know, don't wanna do, well, no touchie. Kinda got that now."

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She didn't miss Spencer's reaction- of how she seemed to disappear into herself for a few moments. But before she could say anything, Molly chided her and Surge for their comments. "I wasn't saying it was a bad thing. Like you said, it was them or us, and I'd much rather we be the ones to stay alive," she said, still watching Spencer.

At Spence's insistence that she was fine, Zoe rolled her eyes. "You sure? Because knowing my luck, if you pass out, I'll be the one left carrying you," She teased gently. "Find something to wrap that with, it'll slow the bleeding and keep it as clean as possible till we can get Florence Nightingale here to fix you up. Trust me, I've had enough field injuries to know how to deal with them."

The guy across the street with the two knives was giving her the creeps. Who the fuck did he think he was, Deadpool? She'd had enough staring, so she rolled her eyes and snatched the knife from Molly's belt. Even though she still had the excess energy in her body, she wasn't taking any chances.

"Hey, dickhead! You got a problem?" She called, spreading her arms. "Maybe you should take a picture, it'll last longer!" He was bigger than her, but that had never held her back. She'd faced people an awful lot bigger and scarier than him before.

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Spencer could only give a small nod towards her best friends words as she tried coming up with a way to comfort her. Molly was right though, it was either him or them and Red preferably would have it him. While Zoe spoke Spencer unzipped her leather hoodie and slid it off, revealing her black tank top underneath. "Find something to wrap that with, it'll slow the bleeding and keep it as clean as possible till we can get Florence Nightingale here to fix you up. Trust me, I've had enough field injuries to know how to deal with them." said Zoe but Red was already on it. She dug her hand into one of the pockets and pulled out a bandage before flashing a knowing smile at both Zoe and Molly.

"First time I actually needed to use this, can't remember how long that was in there for." she joked while wrapping the bandage around her wound. Once she was all patched up Spencer slightly adjusted her hoodie over her shoulder. Just then Molly spoke up and it only caused Red to put her arm around Molly's shoulder. "Yes, mom!" she teased happily at the moment as her body slightly relaxed around her best friends presents.

Red felt the sudden yet slight jerk from Molly when Zoe took the knife from the belt and her eyes followed her. Spence had totally forgotten about mister knives over there, well, sort of because she could feel his eyes on her but tried to ignore him and it worked, a bit. Red quickly followed after Zoe, stepping in front of her after she yelled out at Encke. "Hey, hey." she began. "He's harmless . . ." Spencer glanced back at Encke as if silently asking if he was going to do anything before returning her gaze back at Zoe. "Let's just get out of here. Cops will be here in less than ten and I rather sleep in my own bed today rather than a prison cell. Plus, you look like you could use a drink?" She said but it came out more as an offer than a statement.