priest went looking for ice pick and tried calling him he waited and like his form self he wasn't patient gathering his equipment he lands in the church bell tower the church he worked in and since it was catholic he hid the stuff in his office in the back and went to do his other job of saving people like his dad use too.

He could feel the young supers in the hotel he stayed at when he first arrived, but he didn't see why he should bother them until he must.

Marshall couldn’t stand seeing Mike in pain. He gently placed his hands over the wing tattoos and began to massage the areas that the tattoos covered. Contented sighing let Marshall know that he was doing it right. “That feel good?” Marshall asked as he looked over Mike’s shoulder. He responded with a smile, closed eyes and a simple “Mmhm.” Marshall continued the massage while everyone else got dressed and ready to go. When he had finished, he got dressed and couldn’t help watching Mike as he did the same. “So I think I saw a diner on our way in here last night, looked questionable, but those places usually have the best food.” His stomach growled in response to the thought of good food. Everyone left the room and Marshall locked up. “So that sound good to you guys?”

After a great deal of pondering The Grand Blaster thumped his fist in the pal of his hand and finally exclaimed as he made his decision; "I'll kidnap police officers and leave them on roof tops! That way, more time for even more capers! Ah brilliant! Not to mention it would make me seem more cool with my fellow hip and awesome villains! Do we call ourselves villains? Ah, never-mind, time to cause some tomfoolery!"

And with his self rant in the sky, which had certainly gathered quite a bit of attention now, thanks to having floated in mid air motionless for a while, he soared through the skies once again peering down in hopes of spotting a police officer, which lasted quite a bit until success, to which he immediately swooped down and snatched the poor rookie before being dumped atop a nearby rooftop, the police officer dazed and confused, with The Grand Blaster kept giggling to himself uncontrollably, needing a few moments to catch his breath as the rookie began radioing in. He fled the scene quickly, still with a fit of laughter as began bringing his half baked plan into action, wondering how many cops he would leave stranded before boredom would set in.

When Michael seemed to tease him about hugging Utrien all night, he couldn't help but simply become a bit dazed for a moment, still slowly waking up and pretty tired, he wasn't sure why but he felt like he had lost a lot of energy for some strange reason. He simply shot the male a sly grin, then winked as if to say that he agreed or that perhaps he had already done that, maybe those were his intensions? Either way he left it at that with a long yawn afterwards, only made him feel more drowsy.

"Yup!" Jurou replied to Utrien casually and bluntly. He certainly should expect that again, Jurou enjoyed his cuddling and if he could cuddle a person then he would, other wise it was back to a pillow. It was just more, reassuring and comfortable to him. Perhaps that was a little childish but he didn't think much of it, he cuddled people all the time.

Once they got ready and left the room, he remembered what Utrien had said earlier. "Oh right, hang on, Utrien's right don't we need money?" A sudden thought came into his mind and he continued with a slight grin "unless, we plan on stealing the food? That can be easily done without getting caught. Because well, I didn't bring money with me when I was packing my things last minute from home." Jurou was a little more awake now but still not completely energetic as he'd usually be. It was starting to annoy him.

Michael stripped out of his shirt. "Well, I'm going to change and shower....if we're going to live in a mine or....whatever who knows when our next clean shower will be." He said. He plucked out some clean clothes from the bag and disappeared into the bathroom, wondering for a split second whether one of them would try and join him.

He turned the water hot and began stripping off his clothes after a few minutes a trickle of steam would come from the doorway showing that it was still opened a crack. Michael was incredibly pale all over and seemed to have no hair below the waist bare and smooth and white as milk, pink as a kitten's nose in all the tender places. He stepped behind the shower door and his sweet figure blurred. He hummed as he cleaned himself but didn't take very long to do so, when he did step out his hair stuck out in spiky platinum clumps his shining honey colored eyes alert and in a lot better mood.

"Alright then let's get going."

He waited till the rest of them did whatever needed doing, showers clothes and so on. "We should probably ditch the van. Leave it somewhere..." He murmured as they headed out.

Christian hopped back in the bed, throwing the duvet over Pit. Pit wriggled back into him to the point that there was barely a hair's breadth between them. Christian could feel his body heat mingle with Pit's, making him feel like he might actually be at a normal temperature for once, “Mmm that’s nice. I don’t wanna go back to school tomorrow. This summer has been so nice, staying at each other’s houses, sneaking off to the mines, fighting crime, dating, and all the enjoyable stuff that comes with it. Now we’re gonna have to spend seven hours a day at school. And there will be all that homework. Just stay cuddled here for a little while longer," Pit wriggled against his crotch, "Should I take that as a yes?”

Even without being able to see Pit's face, Christian could hear the mischievous grin on his face. Christian bit his lip, trying to ignore the sensations, "One," he murmured, drawing the number on Pit's waist, "We have the entire weekend ahead of us, stop wishing your life away. Two, you make it sound like we'll never do homework together. And three, did I ever tell you that you are too attractive for your own good?" Pit continued with his wriggling. Where did he get his energy from? Christian dug his fingers into Pit's hips, trying to still him. He heard a door open and close. He sighed. "As much as I would love to do this right now, at least one of my folks is awake," He turned Pit over so they were facing one another, "Much better," He murmured, brushing his lips against Pit's. The chaste kisses soon descended into a heated make-out session. Not that Christian really minded these sessions. Kissing Pit never got boring.

"Christian?" He heard his mom shout for him from downstairs. Rolling his eyes, he reluctantly pushed Pit from on top of him.

"Yeah?" He called back, trying to disguise the breathlessness in his voice.

"Exactly what time are you two planning on coming downstairs?"

Translation: Get downstairs now. Christian looked to Pit, wondering if they could be quiet enough to... No, not down that route, not when his mom knew they were awake. God knows she would just barrel into his room midway. The last thing he needed was his mom walking in on him having sex.

"Been down in a minute."

Pit groaned as he crawled out of Christian’s bed and began getting dressed. He pulled on his boxers and his lounge pants and put a t-shirt on. The two of them headed down to the kitchen and Pit went to the cupboard to get a box of cereal. He’d been staying over so often that Christian’s parents were treating him like one of their own, which meant he had to make his own breakfast. He grabbed a bowl and the milk out of the fridge. And began pouring a bowl. Christian’s mom was smiling but looked very impatient while waiting for Christian to come down stairs. From what he’d learned from Christian’s translating this meant the she was in a hurry to leave, she wanted to talk about something serious, but it wasn’t anything bad. Pit took this info in and then poured himself a cup of coffee. He figured she was going to say something about cutting back on the sleepovers now that the school year was about to start. He took a sip of the coffee and smiled as he saw Christian come down the stairs. He loved the way Christian looked in the morning even with his hair all messy. He was always groggy and cute in a sleepy sort of way. He seemed to beam with beauty all the time and Pit could never figure out how he did it, he had to work to look good, but Christian’s beauty came naturally, whether he thought it did or not. He also didn’t see what he saw in a plain looking guy like himself or where he got the idea that he was attractive, but he wasn’t gonna argue.

Christian padded downstairs after spending sometime trying to get his hair to behave. He followed when he realised the futility of the endeavor that early in the morning. As he came into the kitchen, he caught Pit staring at him. His step faltered. That was one hell of an intense stare. Intensity suited Pit. It suited him a lot. That and the fact it was doing wonders for Christian's ego at that point. Christian poured himself a bowl of cereal and took his seat next to Pit. Between mouthfuls, he looked up to his mom, "You called?"

"You two know that school starts again on Monday," Christian nodded, sensing where this was going, "And I do remember what it's like being young and in love. You want to be spend every waking moment together and-"

"Mom," Christian interrupted, realising that she was going off topic.

"Your father and I think it would be best if maybe Pit didn't stay over quite so much during term time. Given that it's your senior year and all that."

Christian chewed silently, processing what his mom had just told him. Pit not staying over was hardly going to have a massive impact on the amount of time they spent together. There was still the whole Blaze/Ice Pick dynamic. They would most likely be spending most nights together, just not perhaps the way Christian would have liked, "We can still study together though, right?" He asked, "Like, I swear we will actually study and not just goof about," Christian clocked the hesitant look on his mom's face, "The second my grades start to drop, we'll stop studying together, how about that?"

"Fine, but the second your grades drop, no buddying up, ok?"

"Sure mom," He grinned, having absolutely no intention of letting his grades drop by even half a percent. He continued eating, silently willing his mom to hurry up with her own breakfast and for his dad to actually wake up, "Mom, where's dad?"

"Looking for his socks."

Christian nodded and returned to his own cereal, eating the rest in near silence. His dad finally came downstairs, shoes in hand and his socks on his feet. He sat at the kitchen table, pulling his shoes on, "Morning boys," Christian mumbled a reply through his cereal, "Any plans for the day?"

Christian swallowed, "Just hanging out really. No real specific plans."

His mom drained the last of her coffee, "Well, we'll see you later," She rose from the table, a sudden flurry of movement.

"Where are you going?" Christian asked, thrilled that his folks were leaving.

"Just out," His mom replied, "Groceries and what-not," She kissed Christian's cheek, "I'll see you later boys." His dad followed her, saying a hasty goodbye to the two teens at his kitchen table. The front door closed and Christian sighed with relief.

"Soooo," He smirked at Pit, "What plans do you have in mind?"

Arron had been watching this flying kidnapper a while when he called Pit, as he turned his gaze to the new supers talking about mines and coming to the mines, so he left a message on Pit's phone that said: "Pit it's me, Arron, we've got active supers. Four unknowns that are goin near or to the mines, or at least talking about it. We also got a flying guy snatching cops. Get to the base as soon as possible. I'll follow the other four for now. See you soon, Priest out." And so he Heroed up and watched them as closely as possible without being detected.

“Well” Pit grinned slyly. “As much as I’d love to go back upstairs and snuggle your brains out, I’ve learned by now that that’s when trouble shows up. So I say we go out and get some coffee, maybe visit the bookstore, that sort of thing. Nothing specific, every time we make plans they get interrupted.” He walked up and gave Christian a kiss watching with subtle joy as it gave him a shiver and a puff of steam rose from their lips.

“I’ll go get dressed while you finish eating and then we…” Just then Pit’s super-phone went off saying he had a message. “Awe, shit! Looks like we might be working, let me see what Arron wanted. He checked his messages and played the one Arron had just left. “It doesn’t sound too serious, we may have to keep an eye out for some flying nutcase dropping cops on rooftops. I remember hearing a few police calls reporting an old guy flying around, might be the same guy. Also there’s a group of four teens out there that might start nosing around the caves. I’ll pack our costumes.”

Pit went upstairs and got changed into his normal black jeans and a black t-shirt with a blue flame pattern around the trim. He came back downstairs and sat at the table while Christian was washing up the dishes. Christian went upstairs to change and then they’d go out and begin their last weekend of freedom before school started again. At least they were seniors this year and they wouldn’t have to worry about parents when they went away to collage.

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Marshall and the group head to the little diner down the road from the hotel. A group of police cars went driving by with the sirens blaring and it startles the group of guys. Marshall, fearing that they were coming to the hotel and after them for stealing the van and escaping the school, spread his arms out, without even thinking, making contact with all of them and went invisible. He managed to produce enough of an aura to encompass all of them and everyone went invisible with him. He held the aura until the cars had gone past the hotel in the direction of the main city itself. The aura drops and everyone is visible once again. “Holy crap, that was close. I didn’t think I could do that. I guess you can do a lot of things when you have the right motivation.” He looked in the direction the cops were headed and saw a person swooping down and then putting people on the rooftops of tall buildings. He points out the man to the rest of the group. “See I told you this place is a magnet for people with powers.”

It was sirens that woke David up that morning. Then again when wasn't there sirens in that town. Someone was almost always having a panic due to some superhero getting spotted briefly or some poor bastard getting mugged. He woke up, starved. He hated the mornings, especially on days after he'd spent the whole night robbing the city blind himself or saving people, whatever his mood brought. A pile of lost things cluttered the coffee table in front of his couch, wallets and watches, phones with their sim cards crushed and abandoned someplace on the streets. His mother had given up telling him off for it all. He got away with it and they got to eat and pay the land lord off their debt one pawn shop at a time. David shuffled to the kitchen feeling slow as he had in the weeks before the incident his metabolism forced to a crawl in the night, his mind a fog of hunger and thirst. He pulled armsfull of food from the fridge and dropped it on the counter, standing on his toes to get it all on. He was very short for his age. Still in the 4ft zone. Not making 5ft even at 18, his hairless childlike face dimpled and smooth, black hair wild and short. He had on a pair of pajama pants that where too long for him and dragged under his barefeet across the broken tile of the kitchen. David dug into whatever meal he could make with what he took. A link of sausage which he tore off and tossed on a lightly sprayed frying pan along with some bacon and a splash of eggs. He gulped down orange juice from the carton and poured himself a bowl of Lucky Charms as he waited for the pan to heat up, he gradually felt his body lift in spirits and energy as he consumed everything he could get his little hands onto, simply standing at the counter not even bothering to settle down at the table. He dropped a pair of toast in the toaster and rolled the sausage around in the slowly simmering egg goop, plucking a strip of bacon out and dropping the greasy strip into his mouth. It was a right awful sight to watch but he knew he was there alone. His mother had already headded of for the day to work her long hours. It went on like that for a while before Jet could eat no more. he put everything away and wiped the counter down dropping the dishes in the sink before he vanished with a sudden rush, appearing next to a counter under a window peering down into the streets. The wind followed him seconds late causing papers weighted to their surfaces to flutter and the curtains to fly. He pulled on a green shirt with a striped tie and a white sweater vest to go on over it along with washed out jeans and a heavy faded brown leather jacket to go over it all. He dressed like an old man with even a plaid worker's cap to top it off and yet he smirked at his reflection briefly feeling for all the world like the best looking man in the city.

The last things he put on where a long off-white scarf and a pair of black, comfortable but skin fit leather gloves. He considered putting on his goggles as well but decided not to should anyone recognize his outfit as JET's. He took to the steps quickly, always moving as if he had an appointment to get to, his legs carrying him at impossible speeds for their length.

Utrien changed into his spare clothes. He would need to stay close to them as to not get lost. The city is a place as unfamiliar as the forest and wilderness are to the people living in the heart of a city. Utrien would most likely encounter a lot of things that are rare to find in his home, who needs cars when you can ride wild boars.

They exited the hotel and Utrien couldn't help but to gawk slightly at his surroundings. He didn't see them properly as he was focused on Ezra.

That reminds him, 'I should find some splint and herbs soon. Medicine seems to replace herbs here though.'

As he was pondering on how to acquire medicine, he fell a few paces behind the group. Not wanting to get lost, he jogged up and clutched the bottom of Jurou's shirt much like how a child would and he continued to look around.

He would often mumble things like "Free those animals...oh wait those are stuffed..."He paused as his nose scrunched up."even worse" or "I haven't seen someone that discolored since i saw the sheep jump in mud" as he looked at a badly tanned man.

Often stumbling as he didn't pay attention to the ground he walks on, he was startled when he heard sirens in the distance, even more so when Marshall suddenly stepped back to spread his arms like a shield in front of them. There's a prickling in the back of his head that tells him something's wrong, stimulating his instinct to remain quiet till the danger passes.

As the cars passed he couldn't help but mutter "Looks like the cat's out of the ba-building..." he snickered quietly trying to lighten the mood.

He nods along to Marshall's statement. That was true, he didn't know he can thicken his tentacles until he had to stop the bull from destroying the wall to the lower floor.

He stared at the direction that Marshall was pointing to, coming to rest on a person picking people up only to deposit them on top of a rooftop.

'Hmm, looks like there are people with here after all.'

The Grand Blaster, aka, Alan, was chuckling his little aging heart out at the fury and confusion from not just the unfortunate officers he kept swooping up and dropping off on rooftops, but of pretty much anyone in the vicinity who had never seen a masked man in a suit swoop down from the air and place police officers on roofs with no visible flight contraption. The looks of horror, utter befuddlement and complete shock were just plain hilarious to the super-powered waiter, chatting to himself; "At this rate, I might as well forget about any other crimes today, this is as the kids would say, totally gnarly! Fantastic this really puts pepper into my day, certainly a grand way to spend time for The Grand Blaster."

He decided to plant himself bum first on a ledge of a building, seeming out of breath for the moment, taking a rest in hopes of regaining his strength. He sighed to himself as he watched the panicked pedestrians below, smirking under his helmet. Now this was excitement, this was entertainment! Just the shock and worry in peoples faces of the city's finest being lumped atop of buildings helpless to get down. Well, unless there was a door or some stairs, Alan didn't really check any of the buildings thoroughly. His rest was short lived however, as the recently mentioned police having started hurtling down the road with sirens on full blast, no doubt searching for him. He gave little roll of the eyes; dramatically calling out to himself more than anyone; "Well this certainly cut my break short. Oh woe to the hippest villain of Dusk Haven, too much fame can be a curse as well as a blessing for I, The Grand Blaster!"

He then got back up on his feet and began soaring through the sky again, this time swooping past the police cars, cackling maniacally as he fried a few warning laser shots from his finger tips as he flew past, chanting out; "bring it on, bring it on, bring it on! Though really I don't want to fight you!", having to suddenly fling himself upwards as he nearly knocked himself into a group of boys, commenting; "My mistake chaps, go about your business!" Before carrying on hurtling away from the police cars.

Jurou couldn't help but smile as he felt a tug on his shirt only to notice it was Utrien, holding on to make sure he didn't lose them. How cute. He laughed softly and briefly as he listened to the male's muttering and mumbling about the things he saw as the walked. Still his mind was quite set on food and he didn't have the energy to really converse with anyone.

All of a sudden he saw Marshall extend his arms and go invisible, along with the rest of them. Whoa, he didn't know he could do that either. Jurou was curious if he'd find any new tricks or things he could do with his powers too. He wondered if it would be possible to pull someone into the darkness with him... No, he shook his head, deep in thought. They would need a lot of mental restraint and will power to pull them in with him. If being in there too long for Jurou was enough strain, imagine what it might possibly be like for another?

Off that subject, he was brought back to reality as he realised the reason behind Marshall's actions just now, the sirens were pretty damn loud, he hadn't seen so much police at once in person before. But he could see what the drama was about; it's not that the man was flying that shocked him but, did he just shoot lasers from his fingers? What. What was even going on anymore. Oh is he flying their way? Instinctively Jurou ducked as the man flew by, telling him to go about their business. "That guy, is crazy." Was all he said on the matter, looking at the stranded officers atop a random building. "Is this something that casually and frequently happens here?" His stomach interrupted his thoughts on the matter as it growled loudly and he clutched it with his left hand.

Arron decided to go a different way with following the group, so he landed on the side walk below and walk up to the group after changing into his more normal attire of course and said to them "so enjoy the city yet I see your hungry let me buy you something there's a great fast food place down the way here, also if you don't mind me asking why are you (whispers this part)- supers so jump in this place?" he said as he stared at the group no emotion on his face especially eyeing the invisibly capable.

Michael blinked shocked by his sudden invisibility and for a moment thought his mind had snapped. He tripped over himself and grasped onto where he thought Jurou should have been on one side of him. "Gah!" He yelped.

“Holy crap, that was close. I didn’t think I could do that. I guess you can do a lot of things when you have the right motivation.”Marshal had said.

"Well then....Not sure how you manage to maneuver without being able to see yourself." Michael murmured just as the aura was dropped. He blushed and let go of Jurou's shoulder, quietly glad he hadn't knocked him over in his clumsiness. He straightened his shirt. "Nice quick think-....." Michael trailed off as he stared a bit stunned at the flying man. He didn't appear to have wings yet he was soaring through the air and shooting laser beams. What...on earth...

"This city is weird." He noted then looked to the stranger that approached them. He raised his eyebrows.

"Thanks but we're fine. Bold move though asking a group of stranger if you could buy food for them." He crossed his arms eyes narrowing distrustfully. "At least wait until we get to know each other first."

As he continued fly and flee away from the local authorities, Alan was wondering where to go from here. He quickly realized his simple little deviation based entirely on entertainment and lowering the chances of being caught on a robbery by stranding police officers atop roof tops had pretty much collapsed on itself entirely and the second motive had entirely backfired, leaving him with far more police attention than usual. He was loving every second of it. Ah the attention he was receiving! He was surely in the limelight of the city now! Or at the very least the local authorities trying to catch him.

Despite how pleased he was of feeling wanted, though mostly for most likely abduction reasons of police officers, Alan was starting to get tired. Very tired. In fact, Alan was suddenly beginning to realize, that he had some difficulty staying airborne at this point. Not handy when your slower than a car on foot. Or another person that hasn't got arthritis in the knees.
"Hmmmm better not make it obvious, and more importantly, get out while I can. Shame, seems like I been far to busy today already.", mumbled to himself under his breath, while screaming out the complete opposite to the cops; "Come on then you peelers! You wont catch me! I'm far too hip for your little minds to comprehend!"

Taunting all the way as he tried his best to speed up his flight, despite exhaustion taking it's toll, leading the pursuing police into a convenient tunnel, the sort you would find on a busy road in a busy city, hoping to himself that the sudden idea that plonked into his mind was actually going to work. Despite all the usual vehicles pulling to the side for blaring sirens, Alan as lucky enough to meet a truck in his path, which he gave an impish grin under his helmet, as he aimed his fingers at the rear wheels, firing his laser shots at them as the truck began moving aside. Unluckily for the truck driver, his vehicle managed to swerve uncontrollably, ending up blocking both roads of the tunnel, managing to swing itself to face sideways, leaving Alan to fly out giggling to himself, having managed to zip past the truck beforehand.
"Nice try fellas! But you aren't anywhere near as hip as I am! For I am The Grand Blaster!" he proclaimed as he made his extremely hasty escape, wheezing somewhat as he went, searching for a hiding place as he lowered his altitude.

Priest

"very well" Arron said looking at the young person whom spoke with courage "my card" he said handing the young group a card "also you can find me in the church in town and also be careful you shouldn't turn invisible in public with out a mask our something" he said looking at Marshal directly, turning to walk away he spoke "and boys my names Arron aka Priest welcome to dusk haven home of supers ha-ha" then he let is wings loose and flew away.

As he saw the carnage the old man left in his escape he thought to go to the base to check the city layout for any clues to the distrustful kids, and the old flying fart....."ah wait noooo! can find a dame thing in this computer wait that place the asylum the kids aren't crazy no no strange, and unknowing about there powers extent to some degrees but not crazy *flashes back to his before days* *the willies* that was unpleasant now i know that place from oh no no no no no!!!"


It was then he realized that place was a prison for supers he was a "dropper" at the place early on in his evil days "too think that place was over and they escaped wow...... i cant tell them but i will help them as much as possible" then Arron go into some comfy clothes and start to play the violin in his bed and Mozart requiem at that and fell asleep shortly after.