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Riley Schofield

"When you light a candle, you also cast a shadow."

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a character in “Hero Service”, originally authored by Wolf's Bane109, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

RILEY LILES SCHOFIELD
"Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody."

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THE BASICS
CODENAMExxx.xOryx | Malfyre (when corrupt)
ALIASESxxxxxxxxRiles | Most common || Rye | Used often ||
AGE/ZODIACx.xx November 10th | Eight-teen | Scorpio
SEXUALITYxxxxx Panromantic | Demisexual || Preference for women
HOMETOWNxxxxRochester, New Hampshire

THE APPEARANCE
EYE COLORxxxxxGreen
HAIR COLORxxxxDark brown
HEIGHTxxxxxxx.x5' 3"
WEIGHTxxx.x115lbs

THE ABILITY
TITLExxxxxxxx.xxShadow Manipulation
DESCRIPTIONxxControl over shadows and darkness.
NEGATIONxxxxxImmense light, rendering her useless.



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"After a lifetime of darkness, I want to leave something behind that is made of light."


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FASHION STYLE

She finds the most comfortable clothes to be tight-fitting, layered and partially made of armor, one never knows when an attack could happen. She tends to lean more towards darker colors such as dark blues, reds, dark purples, and blacks. If she finds certain clothing uncomfortable or not her style, she will find a way to personalize it best to her ability and preference. Often being one to wear skinny jeans, and graphic t-shirts, hoodies and jackets, with the usual boots or converse even in winter she doesn't wear much and in summer she tends to wear jackets. Often being one to pull off the occasional dressed up look, she'll go with dresses and sundresses of lighter colors, or darker tones depending on the occasion. But most of the time she is dressed in her school uniform, unless in her dorm room or downtime, then she can be found wearing anything that fits her mood.

HERO UNIFORM
Depending on the mission that they go out for, she has two uniforms. Mainly as her proper combat suit is still being currently worked on, as the helmet is one of the key components to the suit it requires more time to be constructed. What was held from her about the suit is that it has a fail safe option. If she goes too far or becomes consumed by rage, those back at the school can shut it down and can resume control of the suit and Riley herself to keep her from going too haywire. All she knows about the suit is that it helps keep her mind and eyes focused as it helps isolate herself and helps her concentrate. Her powers require more concentration the more she has to use as the larger the area of mass to focus on, the more she needs to concentrate. She can control and manipulate shadows and even darkness itself, simply bending it to her very will. She can either use it as a way of remaining hidden from eyesight and hearing range, essentially encompassing herself or areas in darkness, as well as creating temporary armor plating and shields from pure darkness if she feels the need to protect herself for a longer period of time.

As she is rather light on her feet, meaning she usually fights from within the shadow shields she creates, she doesn't wear much of armor or even really a suit unless instructed otherwise. Which means she usually decides to go for the lighter uniforms, mainly the older rough ideas she had back in the day. Which were usually just outfits constructed from spare clothing, which is where she preferred to have light clothing, and if the armor was needed she'd just go with using her abilities to make chest pieces and temporary helmets made of shadows if needed.


SPECIAL OBJECTS/MARKS/SCARS
Aside from the plethora of faded scars she has that are on her arms, back, and legs, she has one tattoo on her left bicep. It depicts the mythological creature Jörmungandr from Norse mythology. Which is better known as the Midgard or World Serpent. Traditionally, it represents Fate and Destiny, from which no god or man in the norse mythology universe can escape. But for her, it reminds her of her own mortality and humanity, that one day, everything could unravel and would cease to exist.

As for special objects, she is always found wearing a locket that was a gift from her parents, as well a black leather woven braclet on her left wrist that she never takes off or lets anyone else touch. No one knows why, but she is rather overprotective of the small trinkets.


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"I do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness."


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| Being told the truth, even if it's something she doesn't want to hear, she'd rather someone be open and honest than keep something from her that she should know about | She prefers facts over guesses or assumptions. She despises people thinking they know everything based on a hunch | Contrary to popular belief, she adores having friends, and those that have known her for a long time she holds near and dear to her heart and would do anything for them if asked | One of the many things people will notice about her is that she is usually always teasing someone in one shape or another. Whether from making small jokes and poking fun in friendly ways, to going a little far and occasionally teasing to the extreme without realizing it | Sports, funny enough she has an athletic and flexible frame that lets her move around and react rather quickly, as well as having a love for healthy competition | Solitude, whenever she gets the time to be alone she takes it, taking time to destress and calm her mind helps her not lose all of her sanity | Contrary to what people may think, she loves reading. It doesn't matter what it is, a novel, a short story or comic books she can usually be found nose deep in a good book in the corner | Rebelling, she isn't one for orders or taking them easily. If she sees a 'better' way of doing something, she will do it her own way, much to the dismay and annoyance of her cohorts and authority figures | coffee, something about that bittersweet taste is comforting | longboaring/skateboarding, the adrenaline it gives her is something that actually makes her feel alive nowadays | movies, doesn't matter what kind, she'll curl up and give her full attention and focus to the screen | sweets, she has a sweet tooth and one of the few things that still bring a smile to her face is treats | videogames, classic and modern, genre isn't an important thing for her. If someone offers her to play, she'll gladly sit down and get lost in the moment | music, any genre will easily cause her to lose herself in it, except for country and rap |



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Shouldn't come as a surprise considering her power, but she absolutely hates light/sunlight. At least an egregious amount, so she is usually seen wearing sunglasses of some sort to help lessen the harshness | Liars, it shouldn't be shocking that she hates liars and being lied to. She has a history of people constantly lying to her, and it has caused her to be as guarded and distrustful of people unless she's known them for a long time | Being as reserved as she is, she absouletely hates revealing secrets or being told something she shouldn't be told otherwise. If someone tells you in confidence, you keep it, breaking that vow has caused her to keep to herself for the most part | Authority, for the post part she hates adults and being forced into doing something she doesn't want to do, often rebelling against orders which gets her into trouble rather often | Laziness, seeing as she is often working out or training or studying, she hates being seen as lazy or not moving for long periods of time | Riley despises being misunderstood or judged based simply off of her powers. Others tend to think that she was born of villians, and as such people tend to not trust her very often to her annoyance | blood, she can handle blood, but when it's an egregious amount if causes her to feel light headed |

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"When you spend so long trapped in darkness, you find that the darkness begins to stare back."


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

With her ability and control over shadows, comes with many different variants and ways she can control said element. Such as the ability to surround oneself in darkness/shadow, also known as Dark Aura. She can release and surround herself in/with darkness/shadow for defensive and/or offensive purposes, possibly becoming almost untouchable, but only if she focuses hard enough. The aura may also give her enhanced physical capabilities such as speed, strength and durability as long as her focus is maintained. Which, also allows her to 'fly' in a sense, propelling herself from one area to another, but only in short bursts and small distances at a time.

Along with her strengths and usefulness over what ability she possesses, it also comes with its weaknesses. Her main being light and its effects. If in broad daylight with no form of shadows or darkness around, she is entirely useless with her ability. But, as she has trained extensively, her physical combat skills are rather high, but she is not the best and most resilient person when it comes to pure physical strength and prowess. As her size and strength are only limited, she prefers to stay in the shadows and be in the background versus some of the other students who can rely on their powers regardless of the condition. Another weakness of hers is having to constantly be in a state of concentration and being focused. If she simply slips or loses her concentration for even a moment when using her ability in putting up a veil for stealth, her power will completely become defective and leave her exposed until she is able to refocus and connect with her powers.

As great of an ability as she has, being able to 'teleport' per se from one place to another, or making pieces of armor from shadows and darkness, it comes with a serious backfire and weakness. Only a few know of what it can do, including Riley and the faculty members of the military. If she stays connected to her powers for too long or keeps up a darkness veil for too long, there is a high chance that she can become corrupted and 'overtaken' by the darkness. Essentially, if she doesn't give herself moments of respite or rest, she has a high chance of losing herself to her darker side and can become corrupt or even 'possessed' by the darkness. No one knows if it could be reversed and she could be saved, but all they know is that she must be constantly looked after, as she already had an accident years ago and they can't afford to take any chances of losing her to the darkness within the young woman.

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"I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me. All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity."


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In simplest terms, Riley is a loner. Unless in classes or out in the field with the others, she is usually seen by herself whether it be in her room, in the city's streets, or any other place that she may go when allowed. Which is usually downtown in search of any information she can get on the local low lives or any other human that may have bad intentions in mind. With her past reputation as more of a nuisance than hero among the people, she keeps few if any friends in her company, as well as having a few trust issues. Regardless of her rather scruffy look, she is rather intelligent and inquisitive. Sometimes the most simple things fascinate her and hold her curiosity for long periods of time, even with her otherwise short attention span and a strong case of OCD and ADHD. She is usually always putting things back into their normal spot where she last remembers placing or seeing them, and if she cannot remember where she last put a certain item, she will in fact, trace her steps until she finds what she's looking for.

While she isn't considered to be the smartest hero out there, she does have the best and safety of the people in mind, regardless if her actions and how she goes about helping others isn't the best or safest option. She normally acts in the moment and doesn't always think things before acting, which normally causes mayhem and chaos in her efforts to do good, which has gotten her into too many sticky situations with either law enforcement, other "heroes" or villains. As well as her in the spur of the moment actions, she is rather bull-headed and quick-witted in the choices and actions she may take, which often leads to trouble or wrong choices being made. Often leaving others having to clean up the mess she left behind. In short, her intentions may be good and meant for the well being of the people, but mixing in her in the moment choices and chaotic way about going about things, it leaves more to be desired from a hopeful superhero.

But in the many cases that she had done just that. She has caused more bad than good choices, causing innocent people to be in danger as well as almost killed, in most cases. Which has caused the people to favor her less than the other heroes out there that could do her job better and in a more safe way. She is less than favorable in the eye of the people for the most part and is fully aware of it, even if her intentions are meant to be good, they usually come back around and bite her in the ass.

Meanwhile, when using her abilities, she is often cold and emotionless. Giving others the suspicion that sometimes it isn't always Riley that is in control or the one using her powers. From the monotone voice and lack of empathy, to on the verge of being psychotic and sadistic in nature if left using her abilities for too long. Some even think she may have Dissociative Identity Disorder or Multiple Personality Disorder due to being able to go from being her normal self, to being someone people hardly recognize. It's as if a switch is flipped, leaving whoever is around her with whatever it left, simply using her body as a puppet on strings. Which has also lead people to question her past and what types of the trauma she has been through, or whether it's simply the deffect of her abilities, or it's something even worse and more primal and carnal than one could ever think of.


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"Too much darkness could kill, but too much light could blind."


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HISTORY
While the rest of her life was rather grizzly and unfortunate, Riley's younger years especially with her parents were rather humble and house the only good memories she has. Growing up Riley had a normal and well-lived life. Her parents were kind, caring and loving people, and they did everything they could for their only child. They did whatever they could to keep her life happy and safe, hiding the truth from their daughter, especially in the dangerous city that they lived in. All while keeping the truth of their reality from their young and innocent daughter. Life in Rochester, New Hampshire could be anything, ranging from a modest life of peacefully raising your child, to being able to live openly as a hero or human as they pleased as long as they didn't cause any trouble.

But for the Schofield family, it was a humble life, and they lived happily until Riley turned twelve years old. She was at school when she was taken out of her class and brought to the hospital. She was told that her parents were in an accident and that she needed to see them. There everything was brought to the truth, while her parents were taking their last breaths they told Riley of her true identity. That she wasn't human, well, at least not entirely. That she was just like her parents, people that were either born with a special ability, or would be gifted it by an event, but more often than not, it was a hereditary trait, that she housed powers yet to be awakened.

Years had passed and as they did, her powers awakened with her, as well as very dark and deadly secret. Riley's view on how things really worked opened her eyes to the truth, that her parents were killed while simply doing their jobs. Protecting the city from crime and those who wished to do others harm, dying in the line of work that they tried to keep their daughter away from. It was no fight with another supervillain or hero, but that they were killed in a real accident. A team of at least twenty men had come into the bank that they were at that fateful day and opened fire soon after. Her parents were injured in the process of protecting the civilians. Her father had blocked the initial onslaught of fire, while his wife took the others to safety. But they hadn't accounted for the backup they brought from the shadows. An explosion went off, killing everyone inside of the building except for her parents as he was able to put up a forcefield that blocked the initial blast of the bomb.

Thus, her anger and distrust in people, whether super or not only grew more every day, furthering her violent tendencies and behaviors. She was fourteen when her powers had finally been awoken. Riley was out walking back home from school when a young woman had been mugged and her purse was stolen, a true cliche. But seeing how the woman was like her, beaten down by society and let down by everyone else, she ran. She didn't know why, but she ran after the man until Riley had chased him down into a dark alleyway. Everything that followed was a pure blur for her. The last thing she remembered was that she saw red and all went black, total darkness and the feeling of being cold surrounded her.

Hours later she woke up in the hospital, with police monitoring her and making sure when she would wake, she couldn't just run away. Riley was then questioned about what she remembered and when she told them, they explained that the man was impaled through his stomach into the alleyway's brick wall, with the word 'Malfyre' written above the dead body, in the corpses own blood. Riley told the officers she didn't remember anything and that it must have been a mistake and that she simply got the woman's purse back to her. But while that was the truth, Riley wasn't aware that she did indeed murder the man in cold blood, not self-defense as it was originally processed. They never understood or knew who the Malfyre was that was written on the wall, but few had guessed and some knew who or at least what it was. Something carnal, primal even. Something that lied below the surface of an innocent face. Something malevolent and dangerous. Something, that eventually when the time came, it would need to be contained and put down..

But as years had gone by, she was left out by society, ignored by any and all authority and left to be forgotten, where she would live in the shadows and slowly become something that people would fear as well as respect more so out of fear than anything else. She was kicked out from her aunt and uncle's home as they had enough. They couldn't keep her anymore, nor could they make sure she wasn't able to keep her from hurting anyone else, or herself. It was then that the Department of Super-Human Affairs announced that they were accepting newcomers, and her aunt and uncle jumped at the chance and shipped her off without a second thought. She was sent away from the only place and people she ever knew, the only people that seemed to care. They tossed her aside and gave her over to people they thought were capable of keeping someone or more so something like her contained. She now finds herself surrounded by people like her, people that are deemed 'too dangerous' to be left to their own devices. She's gone under extensive training since she arrived at the Department Of Super-Human Affairs, mainly as a way of keeping her more unhinged and dangerous half under wraps, as there are those out there, outside of those walls that would love to use her as their own weapon. Riley is fully aware that if she keeps making those choices that get others in harm's way, she can say goodbye to her powers and become like the rest of humanity, a human, and she welcomes it with open arms. But with that small voice in the back of her head, her future and safety is uncertain as she never knows when that switch will be flipped and all hell could break loose..


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CHARACTER'S CREATORxxWolf's Bane109
SHEET CREATORxxThe Writer's Voice
DIALOGUE CODExx #063A67
THOUGHT CODExx #063A67

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Riley Schofield's Story

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RILEY SCHOFIELD
| Oryx | Shadow Manipulation | Combat Suit | #063A67
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Riley had been awake far too long already as knocking and voices from outside of her room echoed down the hall. It would be on their early assignments, and from what they were told in preparation days earlier, was that they would need to be awake bright and early as well as in tip-top shape. And as such she was already wide awake in her room busy at work. She as well as a few of the others had a strict schedule and regime to stick to. Riley had been busy working on more of the design and customization for her suit as she heard the knock on the door, alerting everyone to having to be up and ready in the Control Room as soon as possible. Riley quickly changed into sweatpants and a sweatshirt as she ran down the hallway and took an elevator down to where she needed to go, she hadn't realized what time it was, and knew she was going to be late. If only by a few minutes, but nonetheless late. Once the soft chime echoed from the elevator she bolted out the door and ran down the hallway, her footsteps echoing as she turned down a few other corridors, and finally saw the door down the long hallway that she needed to get to. As she closed in the door it opened with a metallic and airy whoosh as it slid open. The other side of the room was filled with otherwise blinding lights, pure white metal walls, glass windows, and other objects as well as a few desks and tubes and capsules that aligned the wall.

What had caught her attention were the people in coats crowded around something that was hidden from her current view, but as she neared closer the people turned and looked at her as others continued their work. "Good-morning, Ms. Schofield." one of them said. It was a taller, gray-haired man with large glasses and a kind smile as he shook Riley's hand and patted her on the back as he welcomed her in. "Good-morning, Patterson. How's it coming along?" Riley asked rather inquisitively as she eyed the object that the workers were fixated on. The old man smiled as the others simply either gave Riley a small nod and smile or simply a roll of their eyes at her presence. To say that Riley wasn't exactly a fan favorite around the Department wouldn't be far from the truth. Not many people had been rather fond of her or even really cared much or paid her any mind, and it didn't bother her as much as others would have thought. Patterson smiled and gestured to the large metal table in the center of the lab workers who's focus was fully on their work, not the others around them, "It's almost finished, a little more work on the helmet and some patchwork here and there. But, it is more or less done, Ms. Riley. I hope it is finally to your liking? We did get the update from you on some of your preferences, and they will be adjusted as soon as possible." he said with a small smile as the two looked on the helmet that was positioned on the table and under construction as metal grating and smoke rose as engravings were added into the center of the helmer above the brows. "It's perfect. Do you think it's fine for being taken out today? I do have to be back at the Command Room in a few minutes as well." she said with a bit of excitement and impatience in her tone. Patterson smiled and patted her shoulder gently, "It is capable of being used out in the field, but be sure to not be so rough with it just yet, okay? It still is rather in its early phases of completion." he said with a smile as he turned back to the see the others had finished up the engravings on the helmet, handing it over to the man that dusted off the visor and handed it over to the girl. "I hope it serves you well my dear. You already have the rest of the suit in your room, so let us know how it feels and serves you as your on the field, as we did implement a speaking feature in it just like you asked."

A large smile crossed her face as she felt the material touch her fingertips, and then finally fully in her hands as she looked at the helmet, slightly hoisting it up in the air as the lighting in the room glistened off of the otherwise blackened visor. "It's perfect. Thank you so much! I will definitely let you all know how it works out and will be back with it later!" she said with a smile as she gave a small bow and wave as she turned and ran out of the room. Patterson and the others gave her a small smile and wave as they watched her runoff, and as her form disappeared into the hallway Patterson turned to the others and gave them a nod. His once friendly and soft looking expression on his face slowly turned into one that was colder and emotionless as they went about discussing certain matters amongst themselves. A few short minutes later Riley had already gotten back to her room and changed into her full combat suit, looking into the mirror one last time as he held the helmet in the crook of her arm as she held it firmly. "You got this..." she muttered to herself and took a deep breath as she turned and left her room, seeing a few of the others walk into the control room she sighed, she knew she was going to be a bit late, but from the looks of it, she wasn't the last one, thankfully. One of the things she hadn't been expecting was how heavy sounding the boots were as they thudded down the hallway, that was something she'd need to get adjusted next time the suit was sent back in. Awkwardly and silently she walked into the Control Room, seeing that Agent Alteraz was there, as well as Lucas, of course he'd be there, why wouldn't he be? And thankfully one face she didn't exactly mind seeing, if not looked forward to seeing was Leo. She gave them all a small wave, and gave Agent Alteraz a small nod, "Sorry for being late. I'll try to make sure it doesn't happen again."

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”All members of Hero Team Zeta 422 will be in the control room at 5:30 sharp, full gear required."

From the comfort of a bed never made, Anouk groaned and rolled onto her other side. Now awake, she was instantly bitter, having been plucked from a lucid dream. She had spent most of it flying, and, to her delight, she had neither required wings to do so, nor experienced any such pain in the process. Suffice to say, she was far from eager to return to consciousness, where both factors were quite the opposite.

After several minutes of lying in tired reluctance, she clamoured out of bed, dropping her pyjamas to the floor in what had now become an act of lazy routine. For a brief moment, she stood naked in front of her mirror, face sleepy and sheepish. Then, she sighed, and with a grimace, put on her 'uniform'.

It never didn't hurt, but she had grown used to the pain of the scales by this point. They emerged, piercing and sharp, from beneath her skin, and folded to tuck flat against her body. Dark like deep water, they interlocked into what looked like a catsuit of navy crocodile skin. It kept the warmth in, for the most past, but nonetheless she threw on a hoodie before wandering down to the control room, as the morning chill lingered a touch too heavily. Her feet walked bare and scaled across the polished floors, and she winced at the cold, and then winced further, as she allowed the scales on her soles to thicken.

she arrived just in time to hear Kip offering what was, undoubtedly, something both insincere and unconvincing. She smiled at the first, and potentially last, amusing moment of the morning, before sidling over to Kip. In the midst of a stifled yawn, she nodded at Alvarez, concurring with Kip.

"Me too, Al. I've been up hours. 'Rise and grind' and all that."

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|| Jordan Reyes || Antigen || Riley Schofield || Oryx ||

The morning banter was interrupted by Alvarez. At least Alvarez didn't waste time yelling at the latecomers, considering that they were only a minute or two late. And he was gracious enough to not cut any of their usual banter off, instead choosing his moment to interject and remind them all of why they were really there. Proper conduct around civilians seemed straightforward, but Jordan also knew that it was too easy to get caught up in the moment and do or say something you shouldn't. So perhaps it was a good idea to teach them this before things got too serious. He nodded as he was assigned to Team Warrior, glad that he was at least still with Leo. That feeling, however, didn't last long as they were further divided, and he was assigned to be with Riley. He looked at her and smiled a little. There were worse people he could be with. His optimism went crashing through the floor as he stepped outside and straight into the cold. "Holy moth-" he started, before remembering that they were, after all, supposed to be conducting themselves professionally. He pulled his trench coat tighter around him, buttoning it up as far as it would go, and stuffing his hands into the pockets. "Nope. I'm sorry, how does anyone look professional in this freezing weather?"

Riley had stood patiently and silently as the rest of the others slowly filed in and listened to their morning banter. It was the same every morning, constant poking fun at one and then the others soon followed. If they weren't meant to act professionally, Riley would have found herself joining in on the senseless banter. Her attention was cut short from the others as Alvarez spoke up once more, silencing the others as they finally gave him their attention. Riley's optimism for being paired up with someone she could tolerate was low, as Alvarez had a tendency to pair her up with someone she wasn't exactly the closest to, especially to give her that edge of learning someone knew and how they fought. This time though, she was put into a group of people she didn't entirely hate, and didn't mind it. It was only then that they were separated even further that her expression changed, from a faint look of relief to a mild case of disappointment until she shook her head. It could have been much, much worse. She gave Jordan a small smile and nod as the large entry doors were opened and they were let out into the cold. It was a nice change of pace and environment as she had grown up on the East Coast, as well as the northern area so she was adjusted to cold weather, but the same couldn't have been said about the others. They were already struggling with the cold and it was mere seconds since they had walked outdoors. Riley rolled her eyes as her footsteps lightly thudded against the metal of the outer platform, holding her helmet in the crook of her arm as she looked at Jordan as he shuddered from the cold, "Don't worry, the more you move you'll warm up. Just give it time."

Riley looked around as the groups slowly separated into their own groups of two and three and left, leaving only a few of them alone. Feeling the cold air finally breeze past her, she decided it was a good time to finally test out the main part of her armor, she felt a slight pinch as it encapsulated her entire head, slight claustrophobia set in for a moment as she slowly grew used to the dark of the helmet. Finally as light poured in as the helmet came to life as her vision cleared she spoke, noticing her voice had sounded a bit different due to the electronic components in the gear she was given for her suit. "Alright, ready for this, bud?"

Jordan just shoved his hands deeper into his pockets as Riley told him just to keep moving. He'd lived in Los Angeles his entire life. He'd never had to deal with these bitter colds. He didn't know how anyone endured them year after year. He would have added a request for gloves to his uniform, except he always found it easier to heal if he was making direct contact with somebody. Maybe he'd just ask for a warmer t-shirt or coat or something.

He pulled on his own mask, a simple black eye mask, as Riley put on her helmet. Riley's uniform was considerably more elaborate than his uniform, but at least he still felt like himself in his, and he had more potential to make it more or less androgynous as he needed. His point about feeling like himself was confirmed when Riley's voice came out different when she spoke. "Sure. Let's do this." He replied.

Riley looked around with the view of the helmet, it didn't exactly change things or her field of view, simply gave her a clearer look as well as a few screens that could pop up at will if she wanted them to. In a sense, it was sort of an artificial sixth sense curtesy of the Hero Service and their scientists. Something Riley couldn't argue with, but the slight clunkiness that came with the suit was something she'd need to work out and perhaps change some things. For now it was strictly recon, or so that was their orders. "Let me guess, not used to the cold, huh?" she asked, trying to break the seemingly never-ending and awkward silence between the two. Riley never cared much for Jordan, but in the best way. He kept to himself and didn't bother her, and she didn't bother him unless she really wanted to, or was told to interact with him. Guess now was a good time to get to know him better due to them being stuck with each other on this mission, wherever it would take them that is.

Jordan was glad that their orders were just recon because being aware of his surroundings and trying to keep warm was taking up all of his concentration. Riley remarked that he wasn't used to the cold, but not in a harsh way. An observation, a way to start a conversation. "Born and raised in Los Angeles. Sure. we got cold weather, but never this bitter, harsh cold. I was meant to live in somewhere warm," he explained. "Let me guess, you are used to this type of cold?" He said, raising an eyebrow with a small smirk as he looked back at her. They had to work together, and awkwardly wandering around the city in silence wouldn't get them very far.

Riley chuckled and nodded at his comment of being used to the warm weather, and that he was never somewhere this bitter. Nodding solemnly she spoke, her voice coming out from behind the mouthpiece of the helmet made it sound just slightly robotic and metallic in nature. "So you really aren't a snow-bird after all? I knew it. Leo owes me now." she said with a slight chuckle but regained her composure as he asked her about her adjusting to this hellish weather. "I guess you could say that I'm nowhere near home. Sent all the way from Coast to Coast. If I wasn't used to this weather, I think I'd be a disappointment to all East Coast people." she said with a slight chuckle. "How about this, after this mission and we get back, I'll owe you a coffee or some tea to warm back up, sound fair?"

He smirked as she made a comment about Leo owing her money. She'd traveled across the entire country to get her, which was... a lot. It may have felt like a whole other world to Jordan, but it had to feel even different to her. He shrugged with a smirk as she offered him tea or coffee. "I don't know what I did for you to owe me one, but hey, I'm not going to argue." They walked in silence for a few more seconds before Jordan broke the silence again. "That helmet thing of yours is kinda cool. Not my thing, but it looks cool." He said, shrugging. His ability spoke for itself, and he knew that as destructive as his power was, it's real value was in healing, and so getting directly involved in the action wasn't always the right thing. So being able to move as quickly as possible was his first priority. Get in and out of the action as needed, and don't cause trouble.

Riley chuckled at his comment of not knowing what he did to deserve her offer for a free drink, "Well, seeing that your not a snow-bird like me, I know from experience that later after this mission is over you'd something to help you unthaw." she chuckled a bit. She didn't realize how heavy the suit was exactly at first, but the longer she was in it and walked around, it was rather clunky and restrictive. Something she'd have to let the boys back at the Department know. Her attention was taken back after a bit of being in her head as Jordan spoke back up, something about the helmet being cool, she could tell he still wasn't one for conversation and in all fairness, she wasn't either. "Heh, thanks. It's probably the best thing about this damn thing. I already have seen some issues with it, gonna have to get them worked out. But it's pretty rad, even with it still being in its early phases of being done." she said rather factly. It was true, the whole suit was still a work in progress, and nothing more would help her know what needed to be worked on more than a simple recon mission, or at least was supposed to be one if it all went smoothly. She turned her head slightly to look at Antigen one more time as they continued patrolling the streets, giving the passing people a small nod and wave every now and then. "So, how long do you think it'll take until some shit goes down? I doubt everything will go as smoothly as planned." she said with a slight chuckle.

Jordan nodded as she explained there were still some issues. Another reason he was glad his suit was mostly tech-free. Nothing could go wrong with it. Well, besides the armoring possibly giving way at an inconvenient moment. Huh. That was a thought that hadn't occurred to him before. But he couldn't afford to think like that, so he didn't. And besides, his rapid healing rate would probably mean it wouldn't be that bad. Probably. He smirked as she asked when he thought things were going to go wrong. "Frankly, part of me's surprised that everything already seems calm. But don't you worry, we'll be the first to hear about it when someone screws up and needs healing sooner rather than later. Perks of working with a healer, we're always the first to hear about the drama because usually, we need to fix it." he joked. He knew that their supervising heroes were eager not to put him under too much pressure, but sometimes they needed somebody healed, and they needed it fast. And Jordan was the only person who could help in that scenario.

Riley chuckled as he explained his thoughts on when things would go south, and how fast it would happen. He had a good point, and it made sense. He was the only real healer they had in their group of trainees. It was the only real logical conclusion to come to if she was being entirely honest with herself. And maybe it was a good idea that she was paired up with him, if anything did happen, they'd be able to have someone like him there. "Ya know, I didn't know that recon missions were going to be this boring, but I guess it really is all part of the job, huh? As well as being more preferable than someone starting some shit." she said with a chuckle as the two continued patrolling the streets.