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Samantha Ma

"Reality is an illusion, the universe is a hologram, buy gold, buy!"

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

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"Reality is an illusion, the universe is a hologram, buy gold, buy!"
- Bill Cipher


Girl (Side A) | Daoko || Caring is Creepy | The Shins || Ghost | Mystery Skulls






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Name:
Samantha Ma

Nicknames:
Sam

Age:
21

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Pansexual





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Ability:

Palletakinesis: Samantha's ability is a rather odd one - she possesses the ability to create and manipulate paint and ink to various ends. She can create and control various constructs, including weapons, armor, walls, and minions. Her constructs are not without limits, however; complexity, quantity and distance all have their limits, and exceeding these limits will result in her constructs losing their form, turning them into large puddles of goo. She can also take direct control of a specific construct to see/hear/smell/feel the world around it, provided it was drawn with sufficient sensory organs (eyes, nose, ears). If the construct in question has a mouth, she can also speak through it. She can also "paint" her will onto the world, using her art to warp reality within a certain radius. She most frequently uses this aspect of her power to trap victims in a realm of illusions, or to remove obstacles which she would have otherwise been unable to surmount. All aspects of her power require her to be able to complete her drawing before they can take effect. Her abilities can also be quite draining, and she suffers from chronic headaches which, should she overextend herself, can become severe nosebleeds that may require medical attention. Her constructs can also become compromised if they get too wet, though if she is only using one construct she can resist this weakness. Due to her ability to use constructs from a distance, her face remains almost entirely unknown to others.


Appearance:

Samantha stands at 5'6", with a slender physique. She has prominent cheekbones and a narrow chin, with dark eyes and hair that falls in waves past her shoulders. She prefers to wear clothing that is both comfortable and flattering.






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Likes
- Money
- Drawing
- Milk Tea
- Bread, and Other Good Food, but Particularly Bread
- Cartoons and Video Games
- Cute Girls
- Animals

Dislikes
- Hot Weather
- Cleaning
- Police
- Many Different Vegetables
- Guns

Talents
Sam is a rather decent artist, and is able to draw rather quickly. She can keep a calm head in extremely stressful situations, and isn't distracted by emotional responses. As she puts it, "things don't bother me." She's also rather bright, and is a gifted liar.

Weaknesses
Samantha has trouble with emotional responses; she's not incapable, it's just difficult. She struggles to form emotional connections, and her perceived inability to sympathize has caused her to be branded a sociopath on more than one occasion, and has resulted in the loss of several relationships. She also has difficulty focusing when she reads.

Fears
- Drowning
- Isolation
- Cockroaches






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Personality:

Samantha is an easy-going sort, with a smart mouth. She attempts to compensate for her difficulty in forming relationships with humor, and while this does serve to endear her to others, they can tire of her quickly when they realize humor is all she has. Most tend to view her as being rather immature and incapable of taking things seriously, a viewpoint as frustrating to Samantha as it is to those who hold it.

Samantha can also be somewhat of a nihilist; nothing matters, so she may as well have some fun. This is one of the driving forces behind her villainy. Her ability to alter reality around her, even if temporarily and only in a limited space, has also caused her to become somewhat of a narcissist, further alienating her from other people.


History:

Sam grew up poor, in a tiny apartment so infested with cockroaches that it left her with a permanent fear of them. When she was in grade school her step-father tried to kill her mother in a drunken rage, leaving her in a permanent coma, and she and her two sisters were left in the care of their oft-absent birth father. Sam and her sisters struggled to get by as their father spent all his time and work and their step-father worked his way through the legal system. Despite the man's status as a murderer, he was ultimately charged with just domestic violence, receiving a two year sentence and court-mandated anger management. Despite her best efforts, Samantha found herself rather numb to the whole ordeal. She got through the rest of 6th grade, got through middle school, and finally graduated high school as a stunningly average student.

Though she wanted to go to college, she lacked the funds, and instead got a job at a convenience store, selling her artwork in a park when she had the time. It was here that she first discovered her powers; one day while finishing a man's $5 request, she looked up to see the very thing she'd drawn standing behind her easel. Shocked and amazed, she ran home and spent the next two days testing her abilities. Realizing this was her ticket out of poverty, she began utilizing her powers in a string of small heists. She wasn't a villain, not yet; at the time, she was simply a thief. As she further developed her abilities, however, her confidence grew, and she began to go after tougher challenges. It stopped being the money she wanted, though she certainly did enjoy it. Even as a starving artist selling her sketches for change, she never had any desire to be wealthy, as she wouldn't know what to do with that much money even if she did have it. It was simply something to do.

She hadn't realized it, but she had been bored with her life. She had been bored by school, she had been bored by work, she had been bored by her step-father's trial and the gangs she'd learned to avoid on her way home. Using her abilities had provided the most entertainment she'd had in a long time, and she began searching for excuses to use them. She began hiring herself out to crime syndicates and bounty offices alike, all while taking special care never to reveal her face. She refused to take any job involving assassination or excessive violence; she was a thief, after all, not a murderer. (Except for when she was pursuing bounties of course; then she was a bounty hunter, not a murderer.) Unfortunately, all things must come to an end, however, and many heroes began targeting her constructs as if she were a villain. They had grown tired of her robberies and "games", no matter how many criminals and fugitives she'd brought in. So it was that she found herself forced into allying with the Villains, regardless of her own insistence that she wasn't one.






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Other:
Chiaroscuro has a sizable online fan base, many of whom are constantly arguing with each other about whether she's a performance artist or a literal 12-year old.
Family: Joanna Ma (older sister), Lola Ma (younger sister), John Ma (father), Anna Lewis (mother)

Face Claim:
Jamie Chung

Hexcode:
#612185

So begins...

Samantha Ma'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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Sam gave a long suffering sigh, throwing her consciousness toward Edd-Es-Gee. Of course she'd be on the wrong floor. She skittered to the edge of the desk she'd left her construct on then took to the air, skirting over Nora's head just close enough that she'd feel the air displacement from Edd's wings but not close enough to actually touch the blind prophet. The last thing she wanted right now was for Nora to go into vision-mode and zero in on where she was hiding, or worse.

The construct followed the same path she'd taken on her first run of the building's locks, only this time she took a second staircase one floor higher.

"So, Delphi Dearest," she heard herself say into the pod in her ear. Omen was a stupid name."Mind giving me a bit more direction than 'up?' Maybe 'left' or 'back' or 'louder, you fool, this is a tuba you're playing, not a harp!'"

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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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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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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.