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Jericho Amile (Wendigo/Ghoul)

"Hey! Hey! HEY! Do you think it'd be fucked if I ate your face? Like, literally?"

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a character in “Project Oddity”, as played by StorminJericho

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Jericho Amile
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Personal Information:

Description:
Jericho stands 'tall' and confident... Though more often than not staring with an expression that portrays curiosity with a bit of confusion at most everything that he's made to witness. His hair is straight, black, and rather average, all things considered. Without much to give anyone any reason to stare for too long. With deep brown-green eyes and tanned skin, he looks just about average; enough so that most wouldn't pay him any mind in passing or conversation. Most would write him off as part of 'that weird group' every city attracted. The one thing that does stand out about Jericho is his face, or the paint that covers it, as from hairline to collarbone, his face is painted to match a skull from the Dia de los Muertos holiday. Many can't even describe where he might come from as a result, or what his parentage might have been, and Jericho is never eager or open enough to give out an explanation. His movements can often be described as 'cat-like', striding easily even with his slightly shorter than expected stature, and more often than not he conducts himself with purpose and thought in every movement made.
When in costume, Jericho 'stalks' when he moves, for want of a better word.

Age:
19

Gender:
Male

Honorifics|Titles|Nicknames:
"Skully." by those who know him closely out of costume. "Ghoul" or "Wendigo" when in costume.

Marking|Tattoos|Piercings:
After his trigger, and during the day that it occurred, Jericho had applied some face paint to himself in honor of Dia de los Muertos, for his grandmother and grandfather. The two had always taken care of him during his childhood, so he chose to honor them in anyway he could.
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Height:
5'8"

Physical Condition:
Jericho is in healthy enough condition; not too thin, nor too thick. An average build that made his shorter size that much more... plain. Which only helped give his peers and harassers ammunition with which to assault him with during high-school. Current day, were he not adorned with a painted skull face, he would escape the notice of people more oft than not. Before his trigger, those who weren't keen on bullying him called him a '6 out of 10'.

Organizations/Clans:
None. Jericho likes to set himself as a 'loner'. He would much rather avoid any group or organization; hero or villain or otherwise. Not ever having had a reason to trust people all that much, considering the childhood he led.

Disabilities:
Jericho is otherwise healthy, save for whatever disabilities he would give himself in order to pass as nonthreatening in human form.

Personality:
Jericho is flighty by nature, though when prompted into a situation that he is unprepared for, one can be sure than rambling will ensue. He often chooses to just observe and stand peaceful when confronted by others that he's quite close to. He speaks, often, and mostly just when addressed directly; though when stressed or nervous, he'll rant and ramble. Before his change, he was easily distracted and not completely capable of holding focus on one particular subject after another, but he tries. Usually. Regardless of his absentmindedness, Jericho is a gentle individual and tends to be much too kind for his own good, even when the other person is clearly being rude in an attempt to get a reaction out of him. Save for when he's hungry, or eating, never get between a man and his food and all that, right? All of this adds to his 'innocent' appearance to many, and his tendency to forget even the most recent of happenings makes this no better. If he weren't so keen on being in a non-human form, he might even be called endearing.

Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual

Likes:
- The colors red and gray.
- The quiet in the dead of night.
- Tacos and Sweetbread.
- Face paint (heh) and tattoos.

Dislikes:
- The colors pink and yellow.
- Overly noisy people.
- People who act superior to others.
- Corn dogs and Chihuahuas.
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History
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Early life:
Jericho lived a relatively 'normal' life, granted that he was an orphan for a short time before his grandparents picked him up from a foster home while he was in New Mexico, they were 'traditional Hispanics' as his grandfather put it, hard pressed to accept... but accepting all the same. He grew up in the poorer areas of his hometown in El Paso. He learned many things under his grandparents, respect and kindness to others above all else, and never truly came home to an unhappy home. He had only the barest musings as to what had happened to his mother and father both, but never truly thought too hard about it. His grandmother and grandfather had more than enough love for his childhood to be a happy one at home. It was only when he began attending public school, that Jericho learned what it meant to be 'unwanted'. Even though he was eager to learn and participate, his peers were merciless against him, taking advantage of his inability to fight back and his diminutive height to beat him down physically and mentally day after day. Most would take out their pent up anger out on him, others just because it was fun. More oft than not, Jericho would come home angry, stressed out and easily irate... Only to have his 'parents' calm him and allow him time to lick his wounds and recover. He spent most of his elementary life as so: wary of school, but eager all the same to learn, angry and stressed when home, and then calm before he ever had a chance to internalize it all too much. He had no true friends through elementary, and found he was more than okay with this.

Highschool:
Upon entering Highschool, Jericho quickly learned that it wouldn't be the place for him. His grandparents were old, time having worn down their bones and their minds both. He watched the two guardians, the two who gave him such unconditional love for so long, break down at the seams. They began to snap at him and would be irate and angry when he came home late from school. The bullying hadn't ever stopped, and his lack of height just made it that much more abusive. His bullies knew what they could get away with, and were exceedingly partial to just how far they would push. Throughout it all, Jericho kept turning the other cheek, knowing it would do nothing but incite them further, but still holding onto the life lessons his guardians had given him: respect and kindness to others. It was in his junior year, when his grandparents got to the point of age that they could no longer be left alone at home, that Jericho dropped out from school. In an attempt to try and take care of them on his own, he neglected to try and get them into better care.

Trigger Event:
It was in his junior year, when his grandparents got to the point of age that they could no longer be left alone at home, that Jericho dropped out from school. This led up to Jericho's trigger. They abhorred him, never understanding or recognizing the teenager who was coming in and out of their house, and as such spent most of their nights shouting at him. It was the eve before Dia de los Muertos, a day that his grandparents had taken to painting his and their faces in the sugar skulls that so often decorated the day, that the final break came. His event was one that had built up for so long, at the hands of unloving and uncaring peers, and then at the decisive fall of his guardians mental states. Dementia and Alzheimer's overtook his once loving grandparents, their memories fading and their tempers flaring at the now unrecognizable grandson. He had been gathering the last of his things from the now forcibly abandoned home, when he took a moment to pause before the mirror... It had been another long, grueling exercise in patience with his grandparents and another long test of physical abuse, and he was sporting a black eye to top it all off; finally wearing a mark of the pain he had been experiencing for so long. His eyes caught there, and for a long moment he merely stood and stared at himself before he began painting, starting out from his bruised eye to the rest of his face, a painted on mask that was all the respect his grandparents had instilled in him. He knew they couldn't remember him, but he chose to always remember them for himself; and that was enough to push it. He couldn't ignore the problems any longer, the pent up stress and rage- the angst and anger that he had always sequestered away inside some deep part of himself- aimed at himself, for being so weak, so small and far to caring. It rushed out of him, and filled up his thoughts, tearing out of his throat a keening cry that pushed at his very mind. Jericho could feel it then, amidst the rushing explosion of withheld no-longer emotions, a click that solidified first in his face. It spread, and so did his awareness, the ink seeping into his skin and staying even when he came to his senses later and tried to wash it off. It spread to the rest of his body, shaking the slowly shifting form of the teenager who screamed and stared into the mirror before him, a sensation of 'solid.' Jericho could feel it then as well, the change he had inadvertently made to himself; a fire-hose thick length of ink black muscle and sinew whipped forward, and he could feel the connection it held to his body as it shattered the image in front of him. Shattered the weaker Jericho that he was no longer. It was with that, that he made up his mind. He would leave El Paso, and wander until he could no longer wander further.

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Current History:
Jericho has taken to a life of practiced crime, and aiding the police in equal measure. His philosophy on kindness and respect had yet to change, but the grumbling of an empty stomach and the weight of an empty wallet made for an awkward stance in society... He couldn't really join the HLA or the PCRT. He knew enough about parahuman reputation when the ability wielded was one that allowed for the changing of shape; especially in such a gruesome manner. Yet he found that the local law enforcement were more than happy to have his aid when they needed it, whether it be as a 'police trained' canine, or as a fellow officer who was capable of easily subduing even the strongest of non-parahuman suspects. As it stands now, Jericho is a villain who robs stores with variety of different monstrous forms, always taking sugary sweets, or simply stealing for the sake of giving some cash to the homeless who can always be found in every big city.
Upon entering Cape Town, he took the form of a German Shepherd of unusual size after the original dog kept bothering him without end, and unsuccessfully robbed a sandwich shop.

Psychological Condition:
Jericho isn't obviously damaged by any meaning or stretch of the term; his only slight might be his illogical amount of loyalty to those he counts as close friends, going so far as to forget to take care of his own personal problems and livelihood if it means that his comrades might make it further by themselves... This unfortunate- if only for him- quirk translates over to almost all things. Perhaps one more issue with Jericho, might be that he has a tendency to be extremely forgetful, whether by accidental lack of focus, or forcibly paying no mind to something. Jericho is also, perhaps, worse for wear after his Trigger; his stance is twitchy and constantly restless, quietness of the mind doesn't come easy too him anymore, and inability to simply turn the other cheek now exists. Jericho also seems to show ADHD, or just a severe amount of air-headed ramblings in his own thoughts as well as aloud. Don't ever expect him to show extreme focus to nearly anything; or seriousness.
Addendum: As of 9/19/17, Jericho has killed one person, severely wounded another, and eaten two. He didn't show signs of shock, and seems to be okay with murder and cannibalism... A result of the Trigger?

Alignment:
Jericho's inclination is only to those he holds dear or himself; chaotic neutrality would best describe him.



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Attire:
At the time that he enters into Cape Town, Jericho wears nothing other than a thick fur collar jacket, made for winter weather. A pair of tattered jeans adorns his lower body, but the wear and tear is more than obvious. Holes along the knees, shins and thighs expose the brown skin underneath. His face paint is the only thing unblemished or damaged, looking as new and as pristine as the day he applied it to himself. However, these clothes will always change unless some tinker makes clothing that changes with him that won't deteriorate. He usually makes his own clothing following a transformation to a non-combat human form.

Protection:
Presumably none, but as a Changer is wont to do, this can and will change.

Weapon(s):
None

Accessories/Misc:
None

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Classification:
Changer 7; Sub-classifications in the other groupings dependent on the form he takes.

Shapeshifting:
In the loosest sense, Jericho is capable of completely and half-way changing his physical appearance, though this doesn't do justice as to how varied his power can become; so it shall be sectioned accordingly, from what he can do now, and what he will do later- From being able to create weapons of horrific gore and power, out of his own muscles, sinews, bones and teeth, to changing his physical form into something from a nightmare- a creature that could easily be natural, and yet is so clearly not. He isn't limited to a slow changing either, so long as he isn't interrupted during a change, Jericho can shift forms on the fly, literally if need be. However, Jericho can't change his shape in any way if he doesn't have excess, or more biological material than on his current person. If lacking, whatever form he takes will more likely than not be weak and emaciated- useless during any confrontation.

Digestive Shapeshifting:
Starting with the most important, and concerning part of Jericho's powers- at least to the security of his enemies; The ability to take the shape or change a part of himself into whatever he has consumed. Whether they be dead or alive, any organic creature that Jericho consumes will be 'slotted' as sorts into Jericho's memory, letting him access it's DNA and form however needed. The limitation here, is just how much of the creature he has consumed: a finger/toe/wing/fin just won't cut it. A sizable portion is needed. An arm or leg. Of note is that when Jericho consumes another human, or a parahuman, he gains more mass than he would an animal of near equal size. While he can digest just about anything that counts as 'organic', plants and slushes/slurries/smoothies or anything similar don't give as much mass as meat. And while he hasn't ever done so, cooking a human and then eating would be... A ridiculous boon. Jericho is also capable of simply consuming something or someone through touch. However, he refrains from doing so, as it's generally unappealing and has often left him with a sensation of being covered in slime. As well as psychologically disquieting.

Appendage Generation/Natural Weaponry:
To continue on from Digestive Shapeshifting, another power that Jericho learned to control is the capability to generate additional body parts on his own person. This entails arms, legs, hands, feet, mouth, head and all other appendages. Appendage Generation. This is intertwined into what makes Jericho's powers and abilities so dangerous; Natural Weaponry as he is not only ability to generate human arms and legs, but add onto the limbs and extremities, change them; whips of muscle and sinew; claws of bone so strong and sharp they'd be akin to steel; chitin and enamel that grows so thick, that to call it stronger than concrete would be appropriate, creating armor around a certain portion of the body. He can even create organs that wouldn't otherwise be found on something other than whatever it belonged to. Like the bladders of air around the throat of a Bearded Dragon, for a harmless example.

Mobility:
Jericho is capable of taking on a varied many forms, some with the ability to move with the same speed as sound or faster, at the cost of highly decreased 'defense'. Flight, the ability to swim as fast as any other form can run, a form so dense he can charge through brick walls... Anything goes. Manipulating organic material is oh so fun. Something noteworthy is just how HEAVY Jericho is. Even though he looks light, he usually outweighs most normal people, and if having eaten enough, can even outweigh some parahumans in the brute category. This comes as a result of taking in biological mass from organic sources: it all has to go somewhere, and it can't just go nowhere. His muscles and skeletal system subconsciously change in order to support this extra weight as he puts it on.

Limitations:
Jericho isn't capable of changing his brain size, composition, or volume(consciously), only its position in his body. He can add onto it, but changing the original organ itself is a no-no. His digestive track must stay the same as well, not a single change can be made there, unless its the adding of another digestive track entirely, which (unfortunately) the boy just isn't smart enough to think of. If either of these should be changed substantially in some way during a transformation or battle, Jericho immediately drops into human form and suffers week long after-effects in the form of intense nausea and migraines. He is also incapable of changing into a form that would excrete or produce corrosive substances. Jericho suffers another handicap in the sense that no matter what form he takes, should it hide the skull painted on his face, the form will dissipate and leave him human again; suffering migraines and photosensitive eyes and facial skin.

So begins...

Jericho Amile (Wendigo/Ghoul)'s Story

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Vic heard the commotion of Wendigo tearing the PCRT a new one behind her, prompting her to slow down a bit and watch from over her shoulder. It looked like they really needed a hand. She considered going back there to help out, but didn't make the move towards the chaos. She simply turned her head back and resumed flying away, that was until she heard the nightmarish shriek coming for her. She turned around and watched as a giant lizard charging at her was replaced by what looked like a skull faced deer monster. It wasn't a clean transition. Antlers burst out from fur and scales and his skull-shaped head condensed and narrowed - Vic could imagine the crunching and cracking sounds of contorting bone. It shed its dragon form like a thick, wet skin, sloshing down and dissolving into ink that trailed after Wendigo like a homesick shadow. Vic stopped moving away, instead opting to settle back on the ground. She stood there with her hands in her pockets, waiting for him, in the most daring game of chicken she'd ever played.

The monster wailed, just over a hundred feet away. She whipped a hand out of her pocket, striking the most dramatic "attack ready" pose she could. Air whirled in her hand, forming a decent sized projectile, while strong winds tugged on her clothes. Fifty feet. She could hear him breathing. Forty feet. Twenty. She could hear his matter writhing. Eight. He's right there. Five. Head tossed, he's going for the hit. Four. Three -

Wendigo's antlers were an inch from her chest when she disappeared. He felt a gust of wind swoosh past his ears as she weaved around him, reappearing behind him with her heart hammering in her ears. She almost went for a kick in the ass there, but he was too far away as he pulled the breaks.

"... DID YOU JUST MATADOR ME?!" Came the incredulous response to her stunt.

Vic didn't bother replying. She simply disappeared again, this time, for good. She went slower this time, looking as if she was melting into the wind. The last of her to disappear was her right hand. As the wisps traveled up her arm and seemingly ate up her matter, her hand closed into a fist and her middle finger flipped up. Her hand dispersed into nothing and she took to the sky, trying to get far away from her insistent opponent. As far as she was concerned, their fight was over - and yeah, she totally won.

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Jericho glared at the retreating form; facial features changing as rapidly as he could get them to do so. Snout elongating and filling with flesh and fur, and hair; a dog's nose. Air rushed in, and with it came the soon to be familiar scent of... Well apparently licorice. The changer stood still, head tilted to the air as he tried his hardest to memorize the smell of candy. Oddly enough that someone would smell like candy when they could vanish into thin air, but hey, who was he to judge? He was an eldritch beast shapeshifting thing-a-ma-bob. Eheheh. The Changer's thoughts came to a sudden halt, his head jerking up into the air as paranoia washed over him.

"Leave before the HLA get... Oh. Fuck." The skeletal head turned, staring at the horizon before the jaw fell open at the sight of a trio of blots appearing in the not so far distance. Just down the street really. Panic filled his body, prompting him to throw his head and make another entirely unnecessary screaming wail as he fled back towards the PCRT vans. He slid to a stop beside the two bound and awake officers, looking them in the eye with his otherwise invisible ones... Before spraying their faces with webbing from his open mouth. Then he turned and took off down an alley way; having blinded and muted the two so they couldn't give away where he was running of to.

He hid there in the alley for a moment, compressing his shape into an amorphous blob of near perfect black. His eyes disappeared, and throughout his 'skin' opened a multitude of holes as he drew air in as rapidly as he could. He had thirty seconds, and just barely, before he slid up behind a dumpster nearby and closed the holes in his 'skin', below that, three pairs of lungs were inflated with nothing but air, and the heart that thunderously beat earlier slowed to a quarter of the speed at which it had been beating earlier. A pair of ink black eyes formed where his 'shoulder' would have been, staring as he watched one of the heroes step into view. A woman who's hands glowed; her touch melting his ink away into nothing-ness. Something he was wont not to deal with. Another man walked over, and Jericho would've sworn that his pulse slowed to a full stop. He looked like an owl, and the blinding white of his costume struck some vastly uncomfortable chords in Jericho's gut.

The blob tried to sink further under the space of the dumpster; panic filling him when yet another hero walked in on the scene, his costume dark black, reminiscent of the very ink that Jericho used to change shape. The mask he wore had no holes for a nose or mouth, instead being a black slate with lines of non-uniform white that went from top to bottom. The eyes that showed from the holes in the mask for them, were a bright, intense blue.

The blob slipped outta dodge immediately when the black-costumed man came into sight, flowing over the ground like water as he pulled himself down the alleyway and out of sight. A quick wrap around the corner, and then taking a cue from his earlier prospects, he shifted into the form of a large dog. He went down and laid still on the spot; taking no chances and instead choosing to wait the heroes out...


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One hour later...

Jericho was panting with exertion by the time he landed back in the alley where he received the note from 'Pekah', his form shifting from that of some bat-like creature back into human shape. It had been a hassle, running all over the city in multiple different forms, just to be sure that he would throw off the HLA. The three heroes he had seen weren't exactly awe inspiring by any standard, but they were real heroes, those who had been working in a team longer than Jericho had been in Cape Town. And honestly it-- Oh that smells divine.

His eyes flicked down the length of the alley, spying the duffel bag that was lain on the ground as inconspicuously as dust. Jericho took a sniff of the air, skull changing entirely as he modified himself to take in every scent around him. No surprises this time around. As the changer stalked towards the bag, he shifted his form again and took on the shape of the monstrously sized bird that he first met Vic in; snapping the bag up in his beak and then taking to the roof to rife through its contents.

The tacos were eaten without hesitation; paranoia immediately soothed by the gift of food. The money under the tacos also helped with that. There was a note there too! 'Open a bank account immediately. Deposit AT LEAST five hundred dollars today. Then more after. Don't deposit too much now, or withdraw too much later. Use the rest as you want. Phone in the bag, no more surprise letters.' and then those greek letters again. Pekah. Or... Something like that.

There was... A lot of money in the bag. Fuck. Yes. Tonight, Jericho would dine like a horrific king. And find that club that the windy-cape said Vic would be playing at! What? He wasn't obsessed! It was just something easy to remember- considering that the other guy... girl... person, didn't really say anything to him at all!

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Jericho's phone sat at his side, headphones plugged into it and his ears. The Changer sat at a lonely table in the restaurant, IHOP, to be specific. He had spent the night binging and eating food by the market full. Literally. Having thousands of dollars to spend made it awfully easy to buy out an entire isle of food from the local Walmart. He had saved some money by placing it in an account, or at least, that's what the people at the bank (not prosperity, that would've been too good.) had said. He didn't remember going to a bank, but... Hey. 'Pekah' saved him the trouble at least!

Either way, he was sat at a table in IHOP, scarfing pancakes and omelettes down like there was no tomorrow. He was focused on his (almost twelfth, Jesus) meal, so much so he almost missed the Ding! Ding! of the entrance doors. However, even with music rolling from the headphones hanging from around his neck, he heard the electronic bell. Igorrr was paused, and the silence from around his neck gave Jericho pause. A glance of his surroundings gave him the impression that perhaps, maybe, people were intimidated by the guy with the face tattoo. All around him were empty tables and booths, yet he could hear people chatting and eating across 'the way' in the restaurant. Oh well! Who cares anyways? Not him, that's who!

Jericho snorted at his own thoughts, amused by the blatant rambling that he found himself doing more often than not. Finally, after a few seconds of distraction, he turned his attention to the front door and– Oh he knew that smell! Ink swelled under his skin, and the scent (stench) of ozone punched him in the face. Ahhh yeah, he knew that smell alright. And the chick it wafted off of was familiar too! Sandy brown hair, hazel eyes, pale skin... She was there at the sandwich shop too! The other girl, the one who walked in with her wasn't, but she was!

"Oh man I probably really stressed her out..." The boy mumbled aloud, rubbing his face with a small laugh at himself. He watched them a moment longer, promptly turning around and going back to his food when they began walking to his part of the restaurant; choosing a table far enough away that they weren't seated right next to him. He lifted his head, taking in the small pile of licked-clean plates in front of him, before his eyes roved over to the girl's. Eye contact was made, sparks flew... Hah! Sparks... there wasn't any sparking. Jericho stood up without much fanfare, withholding on the dramatic pushing of his chair, settling for just sliding out casually. He looked over his shoulder for a moment, a quick assurance that no one was looking, before he turned back and smiled at the two. The pale brunette stank of ozone to Jericho, but the smell wasn't entirely unpleasant.

"Hey!" He chirped out, pulling a chair over and sitting in it backwards, "Aren't you the chick who was at the sandwich shop?" With the question asked, Jericho laughed at the sudden surprise that flew over her face. "Heh... could say you're... shocked, to realize I recognize ya huh?" Oh god that was bad. Why did he do this, why were puns something he used? ... Why didn't he use them on the windy-Cape from yesterday? Fuck! "Yeah...?
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This was good! She wasn't panicking or anything at least, and wasn't demanding he turn himself in. She looked paranoid, glancing around like that. Her friend was glaring at him, but eh... Anyways! "Are you okay? Like, I didn't cause a huge problem for you or something did I? D'you want me to pay for your meal or something?" Goddamit mouth, that's not what he wanted to say. Oh well- oh she's talking back. "Yeah I'm fine, nothing happened anyways. I like that shop, and I didn't want the owner to lose money or anything. It's a small enough shop as it is."

The Changer's face pulled into a concerned frown, words spilling out of his mouth before he could stop them. "You're sure? I didn't honestly think it would be that big of a deal! Eheh, you were pretty cool though! Smelled like ozone! Still do... Is that your power thing? Lightning or somethin'?"

Oops. Wrong thing to say apparently. Her friend stiffened, turning to look at Jericho with an emotion he couldn't really place. The girl in question blanched, looking around the room again before settling her gaze back on the tattooed guy. "Uh yeah... that's kinda... a secret." Huh! That was interesting, he knew that most people with powers didn't flaunt them or use them as constantly as he did, but for it to be a secret like she was saying... "Huh... Why? Did you rob a store or somethin'? Have a bolt go awry?" Her response was quick this time around, a simple 'something like those'. Leaving her lips.

Jericho laughed- cackled really- quietly enough not to draw attention, but loud enough to be obvious as what it was. Well, at least she was honest! The other chick was still staring at him, so Jericho gave her a quick wave and a smile; friendliness was key! And went back to his table, chuckling to himself quietly.

He sat again, digging back into his food like he hadn't just stopped to eat, facing away from the girls this time. His music returned to life, Igorrr's "Opus Brain" chattering out of his headphones, while a server came by to take the order of the two behind him. He waited for a moment, keeping his eyes on his food before he reached out and tapped that same sever on the arm, smiling politely and telling the guy that whatever bill came for the two, Jericho'd pay for it... Buuut they wouldn't be to know. He also gave the guy a $20 because hey why the fuck not. He had the money now, and he was maybe spending it a tad gregariously, but hey, whatcha gonna do?

Some passing thought was given to the night before, a tiny frown creasing Jericho's lips as he focused on one event in particular. He had gone to see Vic and her band play at that club the windy-Cape had mentioned, and it was a great time honestly! Granted you tend to get free admission when you slink in as a dog, "really need to choose a different form...", scamper to the bathroom; change into human shape and come back on out. The music was great, and actually hearing their band play a song for an audience was electrifying. Afterwards was... less than fun.

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Vic finished the set with a drum solo she can admit she got carried away with. Donovan often threatened to take it away from her, but it was the only solo she HAD. Fuck the audience for not having an appreciation for wailing on her drum set instead of Don messing around with scales.

Her final clash was met with a slight pause as people expected her to go on, then applause. Donovan told the audience that they'd be right back after the break and the club's usual music started back up. Vic laid down her drumsticks and shook the sweat from her hands, which was dripping down from her sleeve-covered arms.

"Hey, Vic, aren't you hot there?" Rudy called over to her. Yes, she was hot. But she was wearing this jacket for a reason. Rudy went off to buy drinks for them as Vic slunk her way to the back of the stage, tugging on the zipper. Oh, whatever. Let's just get it over with.

She shed her jacket and turned around to be immediately assaulted by, "JESUS CHRIST, Vic! How did you get that?!"

Vic glanced down at the burn spread across her chest and reaching up to her neck, smothered in aloe vera. "Oh shit, yeah." She faked disinterest in talking about it, hoping to lose theirs. "Y'know that parahuman blackout? Well I was in the area, and long story short, zap." She prodded Zach in the chest. It wasn't the best excuse she had thought of, but it sure beat "I tripped up and landed chest-first into the oven." In a way, she was thankful that the blackout happened. She'd have no idea what to blame her burn on if not a parahuman. "I'll tell you about it later." When I think up the details.

"What were you doing there?" Ah, Donovan, he always had to have her under the flashlight, huh? "You have classes after work."

"Didn't feel like them," Vic replied coolly.

"You should get a tattoo to cover it up," Zach enthused, "How about... an eagle with spread wings, or an angel with wings made of blades?"

"Very metal," Vic said without any of the enthusiasm Zach hoarded. She glanced back down at her scar then up into the club's crowd, where she caught sight of a familiar face. "But... I don't think I'll be covering up this one."

She waved Jericho over.


Jericho spotted the wave and gave a wide grin, waving in return and walking over as he sucked down a sigh; irritated with the constant bumping of shoulders and skin between himself and other people in the club. His skin itched, and he couldn't smell anything... Until he got closer to Vic and let out his sigh. "Hey there- Whoa! Wicked scar! What happened to you!?" He asked as he gave her a quick side hug, pausing at the scent of licorice that wafted off of her. Lots of exposed skin and the fact that she was sweating gave way to some body odor that even a nasally blind would've noticed.

Licorice... Licorice... Wait. No. "WAIT. YOU!? THE BANK!?!? WHAT THE FUCK!"

Oops. That was... Not exactly controlled. But honestly, what was he supposed to do? She was there! She got hurt! HE HURT HER! FUCK!


Vic stared at Jericho as he let out his outburst, same with the other two band members present. She could almost hear Donovan's brow furrowing. Shit. Shit shit shit shit. How did he know it was her?! Well, to be fair, it wouldn't take a genius to figure it out, but after fighting with Jericho that day, she'd assumed that he was... ah, how to put this... less than genius? No, less than... an idiot. She thought he was an idiot.

She cleared her throat, interrupting Donovan as he was asking Jericho, "What the fuck are you talking a-", then grabbed Jericho by the front of his shirt.

"You mind taking this elsewhere, mate?" She asked rhetorically, right before she started dragging him through the crowd. She walked him down the hall past the bar where the bathrooms were located, and hurriedly chose the place they were least likely to be interrupted - the disabled accessible bathroom. Feeling like a bit of an asshole, she glanced over her shoulder, saw nobody looking, and shoved Jericho inside the room before stepping in and locking the door. She turned to him, her arms crossed and gaze steely.

"Alright Wendy," she said, "What's it going to take for you to keep your mouth shut?"


The changer came to a full stop, tattoo receding to his cheek as his face flushed with blood and ink alike; giving him a maroon parlor over his nose and the tips of his ears. "I'm so sorry! I just- Sometimes my mouth gets away from me you know? I never- I'm so sorry!"

He was fretting, and the shame and embarrassment was overwhelming, he hadn't been thinking and now he had pissed her off and why did he keep fucking things up?! "This is my first friend and I'm- Oh shit sorry." He had been talking aloud again. Great. "Look I just... You don't have to pay me anything! Hell just give me your number or something so that way I can like, avoid ever encountering you like that again! Unless you want to spar like that or something? You're the first person to actually break something on me that didn't use like, a gun..." His tattoo wriggled some, shifting from his cheek to the entirety of his face as he shifted his stance.

"Is this a secret thing? I mean, well, you just smelled like licorice and the windy-cape did too so it's just kinda obvious... Ugh. I'm sorry!" Repeating, again, what his statement from before had been. Jesus Christ did the rambling ever stop- "It's like it just gets worse every time you- Fuck. Sorry! I'm just... Stressed!" Again was he talking aloud! Jeez.


Vic lunged out at Jericho to grab his cheeks with one hand, mushing them together to force his lips into a kissy-shape which thankfully, prohibited him from talking.

"Jericho!" She hissed quietly, "Just... shut up! That's enough, OK?!"

Her panicked brain whirled, but she managed to keep a straight face. She let go of him and slumped her back against the door, overwhelmed. First "Pekah", now Jericho. Her identity was coming under fire lately, and she didn't like it. In fact, it made her feel sick. Exactly how she felt now. She ran her hands through her hair and sighed, calming herself down.

"So..." she began slowly, rubbing the burn on her chest, "You don't want to expose my identity." She'd gotten that much out of his ramblings. "You... you don't want... revenge?"


Jericho found that he rather didn't like having his face squished, but, on second finding? It was good she did so. He wouldn't have stopped rambling otherwise. "No... No! Of course not! You weren't blatantly using your powers outside of the fight, and I mean, you were just doing a job too! I'm not that stupid! If anything I would like to fight with you again! But... no fire. I never ever meant to hurt anyone, and I think even with the uh, other form, I went a bit too far."

A nervous smile plastered over his face, anxiety riding high on his speech. Focusing was hard, trying to hold onto the topic was harder than holding onto an eel in the water, with lotion on your hands. And if the eel was super strong- wait fuck, doing it again. "Look, I dunno what you think I'm like, but I'm not a ... vengeance and hellfire kinda person! I just wanna eat, have some friends, and just live! Ugh. I'm rambling again, sorry."

A hand came up, plastering over his mouth as his form wriggled for a moment; expanding and then changing until he took human shape again. His skin was flickering with colors and shapes, cephalopod tentacles crawling up from his wrists, while talons and fangs loomed around his fingers and his face. They looked like tattoos, albeit they moved and then began to glow. Pulsing with blues, greens and reds alike, flickering as if under a strobe light... before going neon bright. The change wasn't wanted, but Jericho found that it helped with anxiousness. Hell it even helped get his energy out, expending it on useless changes, if they were rather pretty.


Vic's back slid down the wall until her butt hit the ground. She sat there, exhaustion from the day beginning to take its toll, as she just watched Jericho's change. It was gorgeous. Well, she thought so, anyway. She eventually smiled, the coldness of her face melting away, back into plain old Vic.

"Well... good," she said briskly, standing back up again. "Now we just need an excuse for your outburst, and we're cool."

She unlocked the bathroom door, wanting to get out of this room of intense emotion that made her feel so small and uncomfortable as soon as possible, but just before she left, she looked back at him.

"For a disgusting nightmarish abomination, you sure do look beautiful right now."







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When Kate Martel booked into work at Capetown Children's Hospital that night, she discovered the place to be in absolute chaos.

"Capetown Memorial Hospital was hit in the power outage," a coworker informed her hurriedly when she asked around, "Even the generators are down, and from what I've heard, many of their electronics are fried. We've agreed to have a percentage of the patients transferred here until they get the hospital running again."

"Do we have the resources to support this influx of patients?"

Kate's question was met with a grave look.

"What of those who were on life support?"

The reply that Kate received was even graver.

She was assigned a seven year old boy who'd been rushed through the emergency ward that afternoon, needing to have a glass shard removed from his right eye. A bulb had exploded next to his face in the parahuman induced power outage. Under the knife, it was determined that his eye had been lost and it was completely removed. Kate walked to his bed carrying a tray with his dinner. He was watching the TV, his one eye fixated on the screen while the other was covered in bandages, while he limply played with the action figures his parents had left him.

"Hello, Liam. You must be starving," Kate said with a smile and laid the tray out in front of him, "It's been enough time after your surgery, you can eat now. How are you feeling?"

"Okay," Liam responded quietly, still looking at the screen. Kate glanced over to see a news report playing. She watched as the shot of the news reporter cut away to shaky, vertically-shot phone footage of a monster screaming from the top of The Prosperity Bank before disappearing back inside. The cameraman was shoved back by a wave of some unseen force, as well as the other onlookers, when they steadied themselves and focused the camera on an ambiguous white-clad figure flying away from the bank. The narration over the footage claimed that "the other perpetrator" was unknown, but assumed to be an illegal vigilante. The report began jumping around to civilian witnesses and Kate internally sighed. Since when had children been interested in the news? A report on a terrorist attack was hardly appropriate for the boy.

"It's Nobody," Liam suddenly spoke up, pointing at the screen.

"Hm?"

"The vigilante. That's Nobody," he confirmed, rather proudly, "He's all white and can fly." He moved the heroic action figure down in a swooping motion, dive-bombing the monster. Kate bit the inside of her lower lip, holding back her concern.

"Oh, really?" She said, faking enthusiasm, "What do you like about him?"

"I don't really like him. He's okay," he gave Kate a half-gummy smile, "That Changer probably beat him up. He's much cooler."

The boy began ramming the monster figure into the hero, grinding him into his sheets. Kate watched on dully before leaving him to his own devices without a word.

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Character Portrait: Jasmin Lehtinen (Sähkö) Character Portrait: Jericho Amile (Wendigo/Ghoul) Character Portrait: Alexander Dalton Character Portrait: Terry 'Tess' Farina (Hush) Character Portrait: Mara Haruka Black Character Portrait: Kayle Tallion (Twisted Smile) Character Portrait: Devon Metzger(freischütz) Character Portrait: Splatterblood's Crew Character Portrait: Lucas Eklund (Chrysopoeia) Character Portrait: Vic Martel (Nobody) Character Portrait: Teen Heroes of America (THA) Character Portrait: Heroes League of America Character Portrait: The Adept Mages Character Portrait: Logan "Shatterstrike" Hartigen Character Portrait: Nova Edinger Character Portrait: Legend (The Triumvirate)
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Partly Cloudy. Arc 3: Obsolescence.



Ray Green narrowed her eyes at Jasmin Lehtinen, jutting her head forwards and raising an eyebrow in a really strange combination that made Ray's signature look of suspicion. "Who or what was that?" She asked. Right as Jasmin went to open her mouth, Ray reared back, her hand over her mouth. "Don't tell me you're cheating on Lucas!"

"I am not dating Lucas, and you know it!" Jasmin practically screeched as Ray sniggered. She was one of the few people who could actually snigger in real life. "And no.. We uh, met two nights ago at the Which Wich next to my apartment. He robbed the place, and I was about to stop him, but Freischütz showed up."

Ray nodded understanding. Ray gave her response, Jasmin took a bite of her pancakes, and somewhere in the restaurant, a baby began to cry. Jasmin gulped down her mouthfull, and responded, "What was that? I misse-" Jasmin was cut off by the look on Ray's face. Fear. "Wha...?" Then it registered. A whining noise, a low 'wwwwaaaaaaaaaaa' that slowly rose into a cresendo before lowering again, in a cycle. It was sirens. Air raid sirens. Seconds later, three long gutteral buzzes followed by a prolonged beep marking the signature gut-wrenching noise of an Emergency Alert System sounded from every phone in the IHOP. Jasmin looked to Ray, fear plastered plainly over the faces of both girls.
"This is real, isn't it...?" Jasmin asked, a dark suspicion at the back of her mind. The weekly tests hadn't been going on for no reason.
"Looks like it," Ray responded, her voice suddenly sullen. An expression came across her face, one Jasmin hadn't seen before. Ray had always been tough, especially for a girl. In the fight against the Adept Mages, she had been fearless, and as far as Jasmin had heard, she'd always been headstrong. Now, there was no trace of her usual confidence, but there was uncertainty. Then came a one words reply; "Abhorrents."
"Shit!" Jasmin stood up, her chair sliding across the floor away from her. Already many of the patrons of the shop were panicked, filtering out through the glass doors at the front of the IHOP. "I may not like them, but I have family here in Capetown-"
"They'll evacuate or get to a shelter like every one else. Look Jasmin, you haven't been part of the team for a particularly long time, and so you missed the conversation, but me, Lucas, and Mark have agreed that if an Abhorrent ever attacks... Well, we'd help. You missed the conversation, you never signed up for it, so I'd understand-"
"No," Jasmin interruped. "I'll go."

Jericho's attention was ripped away from his meal and his music by the sound of sirens wailing away. His head jerked up, and for a moment he froze with indecision. He didn't know where he was supposed to go, or if he even should go... Wherever he needed to go. The confusion was dispelled upon the realization that some people might not even have the ability to evacuate, as most were expected to when the walking apocalypses showed up to a city.

A safe choice could be made here, and was. The Changer stood, easing himself out of his seat as he stood up and stretched, a frown pulling over his face as he forced calm to his troubled mind. This evidentially wasn't a drill, as the two girls and the rapid exit of the IHOP proved. Jericho's attention roved over to the two again, feet padding over to them rapidly as his voice rose out of his mouth without his bidding. "Hey. What're you two going to do? I doubt I can really prove an apt combatant against...," Jericho gave a nervous flap of his hands, shuddering just enough to be visible, "One of them. I can help with evacuation though, or if you two need, I can get you to wherever they have Capes go?" His voice slowly rose in pitch, trailing off and rising as if he were questioning them and expecting answers. He himself had no clue as to where to go, but giving any help where he could would ease him. Or at least, Jericho figured it would.

"I don't have any family in town, and I ain't exactly in position to worry about a house, all things considered. So! Whatever y'all need from me, I wouldn't mind helpin' out."


Ray stared at Jericho hard for about five seconds before coming to a conclusion. "Fine, you and Jasmin come with me. We're going to round up the rest of the group, then head to the HLA Headquarters. We will be under the protection of the Unspoken Rules, since an Abhorrent is about to attack." Jasmin nodded, and she caught Jericho nodding also.

Jasmin, Jericho, and Ray stepped out of the IHOP, and chaos had ensued. Traffic was backed up on even the simplest of roads, and people ran en masse by foot to the nearest Abhorrent Shelters. Jasmin listened, but she heard no telltale explosions of a cape fight, nor the distant rumble of buildings being destroyed. Is he even here yet, or were they able to start the sirens ahead of time? She wondered internally. Overhead an explosive sound concussed as a cape broke the sound barrier, a trail of flames and smoke following him as he flew towards downtown Capetown. She noticed a few people in costumes going against the grain of the civilians fleeing. The crush of bodies was hard to fight, like pushing through a deep river, the current of people fought against them. Jasmin raised her hand in a gun-shape above her head, pointing at the sky. Suddenly, lightning struck her fingers and thunder reverberated throughout the area louder than even the air raid sirens, causing the civilians around them to pause and give them room. People parted as they made their way downtown, towards Jasmin's appartment, next door to the Which Wich.




That happened multiple times in the ten or so minutes it took to reach Jasmin's house, as the crowd was thoughtless in panic, rarely giving pause to the occasional costumed cape. When they reached Jasmin's appartment (as it was the closest meet-up point to the HLA headquarters between the Congenial), Lucas and Mark, in-costume as Chrysopoeia and Sandstorm, were already waiting on Mark's motorcycle, bands of sand swirling around them like personal asteroid fields, leaving them personal space against the panicked civilians. Jasmin looked down the street and took a moment of pity for the police officers established at the intersections, attempting to route the traffic, both automobiles and people on foot, towards the nearest shelter. Everyone knew where to go, though, as everyone was always informed. Pamphlets came in the mail, billboards would have locations marked on city maps, students in school would be taught during drills. People weren't supposed to use vehicles, too easy to cause an accident in the resulting panic, but people did nonetheless.

All the while, the air raid sirens blared in the background, piercing the ears and embedding itself in the mind, sounds engineered specifically to strike fear into humans, to tell you something is wrong.

None of this helped the fact that people were inherently stupid, one of the biggest faults of modern society. In the panicked crowds, every rule was broken as people pushed and shoved and tripped, shouted and cursed, pulling luggage on wheels, hitting people with cars. Everyone was driven by the primal desire to save themselves over others. Capes were no different, as was evident by Sandstom using his power to keep people at a distance, or Jasmin using it to part the sea that was the crowds. One of the cops at the intersection noticed the group of villains that was The Congenial, plus Jericho, and was about to say something. The cop nearest rested his hand on the shoulder of his fellow cop, and shook his head, and they went back to corralling the crowd.

As they reached the blocks around the Heroes League of America Headquarters, the crowd thinned and yellow police tape blocked off intersections heading towards it, and police cars stopped traffic. The cops were there to stop people from trying to seek shelter with the capes, and stop civilians from inhibiting the capes from gathering and strategizing before the attack. The cops let the group through, and Jasmin gawked at what lay ahead.

A crowd of roughly two hundred capes stand infront of the building, with more appearing every second, being teleported or flown in. The group reached the edge of the crowd, careful not to straggle lest they be in the way of incoming teleporters. Capes of all kinds, costumed in bright colors or dark colors, or not costumed at all, were present.

"Everyone is coming together." Jasmin realized aloud, almost in awe.

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Jericho was awestruck at the sheer amount of people that had gathered in front of the HLA building, laughing under his breath out of overwhelming shock. The two, Jasmin and Ray- he learned their names along the way- had two others who joined up with them. Two guys who had swirling streams of sand keeping the crowd from crushing them as they had made their way to the HLA. Mark and Lucas, the latter being incredibly familiar... Oh right. Motorcycle dude.

Now that they were here, and yet more people were either flying in- Hey! It was Vic! Instinct said to go over and talk-
Oh wait. Almost immediately after Nobody arrived, Jericho locked his sight on the flying 'motorcycle' and its rider as they touched down beside a group of teenagers and other costumed heroes. That guy too, mister trench-coat-creepy-mask-mctriggerhappy-pants. He stopped to talk with a teen, leaving Jericho glaring across the way before his attention was grabbed by the appearance of a blinding rip of light.

From it stepped another duo of presumed capes; a faintly familiar head of purple-tinted brown hair stepped out, with a shorter girl stepping out with the former female. The portal closed behind them, taking its all too blinding light away with it.
The space that had formed for the two girls was immediately swallowed up by other people; again. Everyone here was crowding together and man if that didn't make the Changer vaguely uncomfortable. He was then made even MORE uncomfortable by another cape bumping into him roughly, seemingly to get out of the way of ANOTHER cape who was stalking into the crowd. Jericho turned to make a comment, before stopping and staring at the man who melded into the crowd of parahumans.

The Changer stepped up to the guy, sliding to his side as casually as he could and looking over and just so slightly upward. There was a ... mask? One that seemed to be made of shadows that covered up his face. Hell, maybe the guy couldn't even speak! Oh well, a little conversation didn't hurt anyone right? "Hey! You've got a pretty scary ensemble goin' on there... You one of the HLA? They always seem to have some intimidatin' shit goin' on with their costumes and shit." Jericho popped the question off cheerily, smiling politely at the other cape.

The man turned to him then, sorta; his shoulders shifted just a bit but hey, Jericho would take that as acknowledgement any day, usually. "What? Part of the egomaniacs? No." Ehehehe, that was rude. "Then who are ya with? A villain group? Wait am I not supposed to ask that?" The teen quipped off another question, tilting his head curiously as he found ink pooling around his ankle and feet, chitin building there before suddenly stopping as his focus returned to his appearance. Concentrating on keeping a human appearance was difficult sometimes, especially when Jericho was stressed, or distracted, or anxious. Oop the guy's talking again! "I'm not a hero, I'm not a villain."

How delightfully vague. Ugh, that wasn't a clear answer even if it gave one! "So a vigilante? Huh... Never met one of you before! Are you all so posh? Nice suit- Oh! What're your powers? I mean, people seem to be upset with ya bein' here or sommat, was' with that?" Jericho waited for an answer, blinking and smiling widely when the man turned around entirely and spoke to him directly. "What is your name?" Oh that was odd? The changer could feel the guy sizing him up, or at least taking in his appearance. Huh. "Oh! 'M name is Jericho! Nice to meet'cha~!"

Oh wait, there was stuff going on right? They were here for a reason, so, without even so much as a second thought to appearances; Jericho shifted some of his mass. His skull was briefly, for all of two seconds maybe, wreathed in ink as two more pairs of eyes appeared. Two pointed towards the sky and taking in all they could, two pointed at the crowd directly behind him. The changer gave a quick giggle at the sudden scramble that the cape behind him gave to get away. A man in a vaguely knight-like armor suit thing. Surprise Sir Gawain! Ehehehe. The teen focused again on the cape in front of him, blinking his 'original' eyes in surprise when the guy spoke 'Wendigo'. Weird- "If this were any other time, I would enjoy breaking you."

Whoa whoa whoa! What?! And he smiled while saying that?! Did he dispel some of his weird face fuckery just to say that?! Jesus kringle-fucking christ. "Whoa! Uh? Soooo... You know me? I mean, jeez man, I ain't done anythin' to you have I?" Reflexively, Jericho's ink swelled around his hands; turning them into blunt clubs of bone and what looked like some amount of oily sinew. "Bank robbery, sandwhich shop... Not much in the overall scheme but in the short amount of time that your name has been present, it has been attached to bad things." Oh sweet creepy Christ, he was still smiling, what the fuck? "I'm the guy that shows up when you've done one bad thing too many."

Oh. Sweet fucking christ. He was one of those. "Ohhh so you're one of those huh? Batman style vigilante? Or maybe Dexter? So you've probably really really hurt people too huh? Killed someone with some 'non-lethal' takedown? ... Maybe I went overboard, I probably really did but... Jeez man." Jericho felt it too, some guilt that welled up and spilled out just ever so slightly over his lips. A quick guilty glance from one pair of eyes towards Vic... "Give me every morality argument you can think of, I've heard them all. And the comparison to batman is overdone to the point of being cute. I know who you are now, and that's all that matters." The capes stance had shifted throughout his speaking, turning to face Jericho entirely and relaxing to the point that the Changer felt as if the other guy didn't find him a threat!

So maybe the guy was a huge asshole, who cares! Everyone's different right? And so what if he had the most bullshit excuse for a fucking- Yeah no. Jericho was pissed, and just who the fuck did this guy think he was? "Okay first off, who the fuck are you? Actually no wait, excuse me if you're acting like a hardass and tryin' to 'break' people based on your assumptions! Bleh, y' can't get upset over the batman comparison if y'er gonna be actin' like the guy too! What if I've gone and done more shit than just what you've heard about? Eh?" He gave a quiet growl, throat and chest splitting open and swirling with ink as the classical batman cowl formed on his body; a full face underneath the chitin that glossed metallic. "I know who you are now, and that's all that matters. Bleh bleh bleh."

Okay... That was pretty childish, but c'mon what was he supposed to do? You can't argue with people like that in actuality right? "The mind of a child trapped in playdough. Unless you intend to fight me, I have nothing more to say to you." And with that lovely bit of ending statement, the guy just turned the fuck back around. What the fuck. Well fuck him too then, Jesus.

Jericho gave a silent sigh, turning away and ducking back into the crowd as his form returned to semi-normalcy, his skin was beginning to swim with tattoos and wriggling bits of 'art' that began to bleed out onto his actual physical form. Tendrils of flesh and muscle pulsed their way off his wrists and ankles, the nape of his neck sprouting some that were lined with viciously curved hooks. Fangs and claws sprouted at random on his fingers, face, and toes; the rest of his body covering itself on and off with fur, feathers, scales, chitin... And any mixture of the four. Ugh. He was in a mood now, and trying to keep still was becoming impossible. He couldn't even bring himself to even try and cheer up. Luckily, it seemed that no-one wanted to talk with the cape who's body was doin'... Whatever Jericho's was.

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Alex was about halfway to the pizza parlor now. His music blasting loud enough for some of the people he walked passed to hear. Given how durable his physiology was now he didn't really have to care about hearing loss. At least not from his commercial bought headphones. The last song faded out only to be replaced with Led Zeppelin's Immigrant Song. He grinned and reflexively tried turning the volume up. Full blast though, which he was a little annoyed by. Maybe now that he bought those pieces of Tinker tech he can buy something higher quality then his store bought wrap arounds. A sudden buzzing on his thigh made him pulled out his phone. Dean again. Might as well humor him.

Bro, so level with me. Do you have an Cape crushes? Like for real cause I swear I'm in love right now

This is getting old. Last week you were obsessed with Laser Hawk.

Dude Can you blame me??! The woman is DDG

If you say extra thick you can forget pizza.

I wasn't going to say such a thing, you wound me sir

So then, who's the "Lucky" lady?

Ranch Hand my dude.

. . . . . . -__-

What???

Oh god you're serious

The woman is a muscle bound goddess, can you blame me man?

Its good to dream big . . . .But i think if you even tried to make a move you might actually die.

I'm not that dumb, but way to go shattering dreams my dude

I Try ^^

Still didn't say who you're crush is bro ;)

And I never will ~

You ass XP

Alex snorted and was about to send another text back when a whining sound cut through his music. and suddenly, the whole world seemed to stand still for a moment. It was like a fog horn, a low whining cycle. It was the air raid sirens. Alex yanked down his headphones and looked around frantically.

Everyone was momentarily frozen. some from shock, other disbelief. most out of fear though. Seconds passed and the signature Emergency Alert System could be heard coming from about every house and store ringing out across the entire city. Alex felt his stomach drop. The sudden urge to empty out what little was in his stomach trying to override his brain. He chocked it all back down as people began to panic. some tried denying it. most though instantly started to run. over the sound of the sirens, one word rang out from the crowd as it began to surge. "Abhorrents!!!"

Almost instinctively, Alex ducked into the closest side street. He ripped open his bag and grasped at his helmet. Only then did he realize he was shacking almost violently, causing his helmet to be dropped on the ground. His breathing was fast and uneven. He was scared, everyone was. The world around them was about to become a war zone. Attempts to try and steady his breathing weren't going so well, and he just wouldn't stop shacking. Alex was about to go straight into full blown panic when the sudden rhythmic vibrating at his thigh snapped him away from himself.

He fumbled for the phone. it was his grandpa calling him.
"Hello?"

"Alex where are you? Are you safe?"

"Yeah, I'm safe. I'm about halfway to Tom's right now. How are you and grandma??" Worry flooded His voice. He was so far away from them, would they both be able to get help and be in a shelter in time? Alex began to stutter, trying to figure out what to do. it was his grandpa that snapped him back.

"Alexander! I need you to listen okay? Your grandmother and me are fine and being helped escorted to a shelter. Calm yourself, and just breath. Here count and breath with me like we used to, can you do that for me?"
The man's voice was not as steady as it usually was, but still strong as ever. Alex followed along, feeling himself steady and regain composure. This was happening. But his family was being taken care of.

Now boy, you don't need to explain anything to me. But I Know what you have been up to for the past few months. I've seen you're costume when you weren't at home. I'm not sure how long it has been going on, but I've known for a while. Hard to miss when I cant even lift my own grandson.
The words seemed to rewind and play back in Alex's mind a few times before the gravity of what his grandpa had just said came to him. Grandpa knows I'm parahuman.
" Now i want you to answer me this. Are you going to go out there and help?

It took another minute before he said anything, a lump the size of a softball seemingly wedging itself in his throat. Then he finally spoke. "Yes. I am,"

" . . . . Ok. There was yet another pause after. "You come back to us son, don't you go and get yourself killed. What was he going to expect from a former soldier? He must have his grandpa's sense of duty.
Remember what i told you about courage?

Alex sniffed, holding back tears. "It's not the absence of fear, its the ability to act in spite of it."

"That's my boy, Now go out there and show some courage. Don't worry about me and grandma. We love you." He could hear pride in the mans voice.

Hanging up. Alex picked up his helmet. Time to go face the apocalypse.

"I love you too."



Alex flew through the air. Riding a disk shaped barrier. he looked down below to see the police officers established at the intersections, attempting to route the traffic and prevent any chaos as they lead civilians towards the nearest shelters. All the while, the air raid sirens blared in the background, drowning out the sounds of panic and confusion bellow. As Alex flew on he soon noticed that there were other capes flying near him. Some were in thrown together costumes, others in plain civilian cloths but wrapped in some variety of power and or energy. Nobody said anything but a nod was shared between the small group. They all knew what was about to happen. Whether any of them were prepared or not.

As they reached the blocks around the Heroes League of America Headquarters, The "Air traffic" got a bit too thick, forcing most of the fliers to touch down and brave through the crowd of people trying to take refuge in the building. The crowd had been thinned and yellow police tape blocked off intersections heading towards the HQ. When Alex was able to finally wiggle his way in and was taken aback by the sight. There had to be a few hundred capes stand in front of the building, with more appearing every passing second. Alex was careful to avoid the larger open spaces that were made to allow teleporters easy entry.A quick look around revealed capes of all kinds were present. Their costumes ranging from bright colors or dark colors, to no costume at all. Villains, heroes, and vigilantes were all present.

The atmosphere was thick with a slew of emotions. some were excited, others nervous. The shacking feeling that they all were about to go to war with what many considered to be a god. Many were speculating on what abhorrent was going to show. from the sound of it people had it narrowed down to three. Behemoth, Giant, or Tangle. Others were psyching each other up and trying to keep moral. Alex stayed reasonably quiet. Wondering both when they would be given their orders and if he might know anybody in the crowd. Which given how many people were here wasn't unlikely. Best to focus anyway. it looked like things were starting.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Jasmin Lehtinen (Sähkö) Character Portrait: River Riley (Zero) Character Portrait: Jason Riley (Quantum) Character Portrait: Jericho Amile (Wendigo/Ghoul) Character Portrait: Alexander Dalton Character Portrait: Terry 'Tess' Farina (Hush) Character Portrait: Mara Haruka Black Character Portrait: Kayle Tallion (Twisted Smile) Character Portrait: Devon Metzger(freischütz) Character Portrait: Splatterblood's Crew Character Portrait: Lucas Eklund (Chrysopoeia) Character Portrait: Vic Martel (Nobody) Character Portrait: Teen Heroes of America (THA) Character Portrait: Heroes League of America Character Portrait: The Adept Mages Character Portrait: Logan "Shatterstrike" Hartigen Character Portrait: Skull Syndicate Character Portrait: The Think Tank Character Portrait: The Freakshow! Character Portrait: Nova Edinger Character Portrait: Legend (The Triumvirate) Character Portrait: Victor "LTL" Stellianos
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Capetown, TX. 09/20/2017, 10:36 AM. 73°F,
Partly Cloudy. Arc 4: Abberance.




Chaos. It was indescribable as anything other than complete chaos and pandemonium. The English language could try in vain, but there's no describing the utter devastation that was going on before Jasmin's eyes.

..... "Everyone is coming together." Jasmin Lehtinen spoke her thoughts aloud, in awe. All around her was a mass of capes, and more poured in, from around the world, like ants. There was a crowd of hundreds now, almost entirely made up of foreign aid and support groups from around the world. A large chunk was the United States' own HLA and THA teams from all around the country. The building's parking lot was large, but it could hardly accommodate the crowd that was forming. Jasmin looked at the HLA's headquarters building. You'd expect a team of heroes to have a tower or a skyscraper somewhere, maybe letter-shaped and on a perfectly-sized island nearby. Instead, Capetown's HLA HQ was more like a police station, no more like a fire station. There was a section of the building that was obviously large and box-shaped, like how you could always point out the gymnasium at a school. Probably a training room, Jasmin thought. The parking lot was also large, large enough to accommodate a lot of emergency response vehicles. Even so, the group swelled past the parking lot's perimeter, and into the empty streets. On the edge of the crowd, more capes arrived, through portals, flying vehicles, or carried by Speedsters. it was surreal. Capes of all sizes, shapes, ethnicities, colors of suits, villains, heroes, people made of fire or earth, capes with things floating around them, or Tinkers in suits of armor. Changers that look like monsters or animals, capes hovering above the head-line, or capes flying about. The murmuring from the surrounding crowd made conversation nearly impossible.
..... Until up ahead at the HQ, a large, flashy-green portal opened up. The portal threw out swirling green sparks at the edges of the portal-way, almost like Dr. Strange's portals. From inside the portal came a blinding white light, infront of which Jasmin could make out four dark silhouettes. Immediately, Jasmin knew who these four were, and in the same way it did when she heard the air raid sirens start up, her heart paused for a second. The Triumvirate.
..... The first to step out of the portal and come into focus was Legend. Leader of the Triumvirate, and aptly named, Legend had a blue suit with silver and red accents and a red cape. Legend, Jasmin knew, had a nigh-invincible body, could fly, and had mind-boggling strength. The next to step through was Hero, who, in Jasmin's opinion, was a lot less aptly named. He looked more like a villain, like Dr. Doom, than one of the most renown heroes in the world. Hero's powers' specifics weren't fully public knowledge, but it's known that he has access to virtually any power in the world that he wants' and is limited to three to four at a time. The next to step through, and last of the Triumvirate, was Suit. Jasmin didn't know much about his antics and tactics, but she knew he was the most impressive Tinker on the planet. Like a mixture of Rick Sanchez, Tony Stark, and Batman, he had a gadget for literally everything. Jasmin looked at him with the most interest, as he was possibly the most mysterious of the Triumvirate to her. Suit has never been seen outside of his suit, like Master Chief, no one knows what he looks like or even his skin color. He's known as the most powerful and versatile Tinker in the world, due to being able to copy a Tinker's specialty once he comes across another Tinker. As a result his gadgets are so much more complex and magical than even the most powerful Tinkers Jasmin has heard of. Suit's suit itself has thousands of different gadgets and things invisibly embedded into it, and the suit can morph between several different styles and looks, each with different specialties and functions. He has specific suits for specific Abhorrents, and today, he was in his Tangle suit. The last silhouette, though not officially part of the Triumvirate, was a famously strong cape named Synergy. Synergy was known to commonly accompany the Triumvirate during major threats like Abhorrents. Synergy, Jasmin knew, was a seriously powerful Trump cape with the power to copy the powers of other capes that he touches, up to two at a time. When he copies a power, he has the power's full potential unlocked as the original cape could possibly have. So, say there's a cape that isn't experienced with their power but has potential to learn a lot, Synergy, after copying the power, would use the power like a master. Synergy also has the ability to synergize two copied powers and have them interact in unpredictable ways outside of the scope of the original two powers. This combination makes him an extremely powerful cape.
..... These four were the veterans of the veterans, and while their being here did calm Jasmin a little bit, it also filled her with a sense of dread knowing that the situation she was in was very, very real. Jasmin watched ahead as soldiers began to flood out of the portal that the Triumvirate had walked out of. PCRT? That was the most likely answer, but they didn't have the normal black face mask and red-accented body armor that Jasmin was used to seeing, these soldiers instead had bulkier clothing with blue accents and half-gas-mask-like half-night-vision-like goggles.
..... "-and those are PCRT Abhorrent response members. Their suits are Tinker-made, specifically to resist Tangle's radiation, laser-beams, and his plant minions' attacks." Ray said, as Jasmin realized she had speaking to her this entire time, as Jasmin hadn't been paying attention. As Ray finished her sentence, Jasmin noticed that up at the front of the crowd, Suit took a large sleek black box reminiscent of a suitcase off of his back. He got on a knee and placed it on the ground. Immediately, it started coming apart as if made of hundreds of boxes that were seamlessly each a part of the original box a second ago. Then, rotors popped out of the tops of the black boxes, each perfectly smooth and the size of a rubix cube, and they began flying around the crowd of capes. Drones, Jasmin thought, as one flew to her and hovered in front of her. Jasmin looked next to her at Ray, and noticed that Ray had put her left arm outstretched in front of her, and the drone landed on her wrist, and began to transform, reconstructing itself into a wrist band, about two inches wide and an eighth of an inch thick. Jasmin did the same, and though the wristband seemed to be made of some sort of black metal, it felt curious to her, as she felt literally no paths of connection to it through electricity. For the first time in her life, Jasmin felt something she couldn't shock.
..... "Some kind of power-resistance material, probably made by some Tinker who is the only in the world who can make it. Besides Suit, I guess." Ray spoke again, confirming Jasmin's suspicions. Jasmin moved her arm around and was surprised that this amount of metal on her arm felt completely weightless. Jasmin looked to Lucas and Mark, or Chrysopoeia and Sandstorm as they were in costume, and they also had the wristbands. Systematically, every cape in the crowd began accepting the drones onto their arms. Legend, up at the front of the crowd, began a noble-sounding speech about how everyone here was doing a great service to humanity. Suddenly, Jasmin became aware that her face was naked, without her iron-shavings mask. Jasmin pulled out the bottle and unstoppered it, magnetizing the shavings to her face, conscious of the spiky configuration they fell into along the magnetic field lines. Ray, or Seraphim, wasn't in her portal-costume, but it was understandable as the armor of portals would be dangerous in this crowd of close bodies.

Jericho flinched, partially out of reflex and partially because he wasn't paying attention, when the sparking swirling amalgamation of green light and energy abruptly popped into existence ahead. His eyes narrowed, focusing in on the 'gateway' as it were, taking in every possible detail about the quartet of capes before opting to change his eyes into those that normally belonged to a raptor. Minute details, tiny features, everything possible to see with 'mundane' sight opened up for Jericho. Suit was taller than Jericho expected, and Legend was... Almost everything that the Changer thought he would be, and maybe a little not so.

It was Hero that Jericho immediately distrusted, if only because the costume that he wore was one that made Jericho think of villains from comic books and similar. Hero made the Changer... suspicious, but for no good reason, seeing as how the man put himself through harms gauntlet day in and out when it came to the Abhorrents.

His gaze slid over to Synergy, or at least the man who held the name, and studied him for a time. Tall, dark, bald and with a posture that seemed to scream “Regality.” Jericho was reminded of a lion when he looked upon the man. His attention shifted back to Jasmin and the rest of his ‘friends’. Multiple eyes sprouted into existence upon his skull, ink flowing and then fading into nothing as pupils contracted and dilated on each recognizable face. Jasmin, Vic-Nobody, The Gunman, The girl who stepped out of light, the ‘not-a-batman’, and then a blondie who seemed to arrive just a little bit later than everyone else on a disk of turquiose light. Jericho’s eyebrows rose at the somewhat familiar form, before furrowing in concentration as he tried to piece together where he may have seen the unknown cape from.

His attention was again yanked away, his focus turning towards a small scuffle between a man who dressed himself like some sort of medieval ranger, with a bow and arrow to tout, and a man who wore nothing but a body suit marked with digital numbers. The body suit man had the ranger held up by the collar of his cloak, and a small circle had formed around the two. Several other capes watched on warily, and as some others from the edge began to push to break the two apart, Jericho noticed a familiar woman making her way over.

A black, silver and magenta colored cape floated over to the two scuffling, their words and voices growing louder and a little more heated. The cape’s mask covered their face, adorned with with the magenta markings that covered their- her- whole suit. A helmet that was remniscent of a hawk’s head, along with a visor that covered everything except for the bottom half of her face. From mid breast and upper sternum, her suit was silver and seemingly armored, with two markings on her stomach and upper groin glowing with hot pink light. Her voice was nothing like her suit led Jericho to believe: firm instead of soothing, authoritive, and pissed. “Hey! Hey! Pull yourselves together. Don’t break the unspoken rules.”

It was those words that caused the commotion to come grinding to a halt. ‘Don’t break the unspoken rules.’ Every cape within hearing distance, even some of those who only heard the ‘...rules’ stood a little straighter, gritted their teeth- all manner of stress reflex. ‘The Unspoken Rules’ were rules between capes that were exactly as they sounded: unspoken rules that every known and unknown cape followed. To break them was to vilify yourself against quite actually every other cape in the area. Maybe even the continent.

The two scuffling capes separated themselves, one looking cowed and the other looking almost as if his pride had taken a direct hit. Jericho, on the other hand, recognized Laser Hawk the moment she began speaking. His mind flew back through time to the aftermath of the bank heist: an HLA woman who turned her hands into magenta light and essentially dissolved matter. A breaker who was... Scary to say the least. Respected to say even less. She had flight as part of her kit, but from what Jericho saw of her, not very fast flight. He could outrun her, probably... She only flew as long as her hands were glowing, maybe a part of her power?

He was nervous all the same, a minutely guilty part of his conscience poking its dirty, dirty hands into his emotions. The Changer hummed to himself, reflexively shuffling away from Laser Hawk and the group of capes around her. He bumped into Jasmin, muttering sorry in his passing as he disappeared just a little deeper into the crowd of capes. There were plenty of people around to take attention off of him, right? “Fuck.”

It was only after a short moment of getting into a comfortable enough space- (read as getting distance between himself and Laser Hawk) that Jericho turned back towards the ‘front’. A drone was in his face, and as he reached out, the automaton landed and formed into the bracelets everyone else was receiving. Legend was going on about something or another, Jericho wasn’t paying attention, far too interested in the metal bracelet around his wrist.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Jasmin Lehtinen (Sähkö) Character Portrait: Jericho Amile (Wendigo/Ghoul) Character Portrait: Alexander Dalton Character Portrait: Terry 'Tess' Farina (Hush) Character Portrait: Mara Haruka Black Character Portrait: Kayle Tallion (Twisted Smile) Character Portrait: Devon Metzger(freischütz) Character Portrait: Splatterblood's Crew Character Portrait: Lucas Eklund (Chrysopoeia) Character Portrait: Vic Martel (Nobody) Character Portrait: Teen Heroes of America (THA) Character Portrait: Heroes League of America Character Portrait: The Adept Mages Character Portrait: Logan "Shatterstrike" Hartigen Character Portrait: Skull Syndicate Character Portrait: The Think Tank Character Portrait: The Freakshow! Character Portrait: Nova Edinger Character Portrait: Legend (The Triumvirate) Character Portrait: Victor "LTL" Stellianos
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Capetown, TX. 09/20/2017, 10:40 AM. 73°F,
Partly Cloudy. Arc 4: Abberance.




Jasmin Lehtinen caught a glimpse of something that made her heart skip a beat. A familiar sight, familiar capes. Myrlyn, Jeu, Drow, Alchimyst, and the rest of the Adept Mages bunched together. Curiously, she only saw two heads of white hair. Weren't there three brothers with white hair? Jasmin felt a moment's apprehension before remembering the Unspoken Rules. They were allies. For now. All of the local heroes were present in force. It wasn’t a surprising fact – skipping this fight, as a hero, let alone a team of heroes, would be unforgivable to the public. Jasmin was surprised that nearly all of the big villain gangs were all present. Gangs that brutally fought for territory and money, gangs with unbreakable feuds against each other.
..... That was the thing about the Abhorrents, Jasmin had learned. They were a much bigger threat to society, to humanity, to survival and extinction, than any amount of human-on-human hatred. It's why the Unspoken Rules exist. During Abhorrent attacks you take no opportunity against your fellow capes. Not to find out their identities, not to end their lives, not to bicker and fight. You focus on the common enemy. Or else.
..... "-all should know your chances going into this battle. Given the statistics from our previous encounters with Tangle, a ‘good day’ still means that at least one in three of the people present will probably be dead before this day is done. Tangle is an antediluvian horror capable of killing each and every one of us. The odds are likely not going to be as good as a 33% death rate."
..... This jolted Jasmin into listening to Legend's speech. It seemed to have caught the attention of the rest of the crowd, as uncomfortable shifting and a quiet murmur rippled through the crowd. Everyone knew that it was dangerous being here. But hearing numbers brought unease. One in three dead as a best case scenario. And that's not counting life-threatening or life-altering wounds.
..... “I’m telling all of you your chances now because you deserve to know. We're all humans here, we all have the right to live. We so rarely get the chance to inform those individuals brave enough to step up and fight these monsters. The primary message I want to convey, even more than briefing you on the particulars of his abilities, organizing formations and battle plans, is that I do not want you to underestimate Tangle. I have seen too many good heroes, rogues,” Legend paused for a fraction of a second, “And villains, too, die because they let their guard down.
..... “Tangle is the fifth and final Abhorrent to have shown up. I won't give a full history lesson, but his first attack was in 1992. At 75 feet tall, hes the shortest of the Abhorrents, but his body is shaped like a snake's and his tail trails for several hundred feet. Though he looks like a plant, his biology is something entirely alien to us. His body is made up of intertwines 'vines' similar to how a large rope looks. Each of these vines is layered like an onion, with the outermost layer being as hard as aluminum, the next one as hard as steel, the next tungsten, etc. until it quickly reaches harder than existing materials. Materials so strong virtually no one's powers can harm them. Though Tangle looks like a plant, he is not mindless. Do not underestimate him. The extent of his intelligence, and whether he is sentient, is unknown. But he can prioritize target, and has shown tactics and skill, as well as usually having an apparent specific location or target when he's attacking a city.
..... “As for abilities, Tangle is fast. Not speedster-level, but he can accelerate to 75 miles per hour in half a minute from a standstill. He's even quicker when he's already moving, turning, or thrashing. He has two auras. Two hundred feet out from him, all metal capable of rusting will immediately start to rust all of the way through. Not just a rust layer on the outside, but all the way to the center. Steel bars will be reduced to rust as weak as a sand castle. About a hundred feet out from him, a radiation aura starts. Getting inside this aura is an immediate death sentence within 2 weeks. Getting close enough to touch Tangle is enough radiation to kill you before the fight's over with. It's more dangerous than standing next to a melting reactor. If you aren't immune, don't get close.
..... “Tangle also has macro-scale control of both light, or electromagnetic radiation, and plants. He will shoot you with lasers. He will flashbang everyone. He can turn invisible. He can make you blind. He'll hit you with radiation blasts without you even knowing. His application of the control of light is extensive. After battle, everyone present should go through cape-powered healing and/or radiation therapy. Lastly, he can grow plants in seconds, and make them strong enough to constrict and crumble concrete. He also has minions made entirely of plants, that he likely controls like the command center of a hive mind."
..... As if the timing were rehearsed, as soon as Legend finished the speech, a loud crashing-crunching-explosion-like sound similar to a concrete building being thrown into another building was immediately followed by the sound of gasps and screams. Jasmin whipped her head to look behind her, and she felt the entire crowd do the same. Down the street, a giant mass of writhing and whipping tentacles coming out of a large snake-shaped form had just crashed into a building, failing to do the 90-degree turn at the intersection. It immediately turned, whipping its 'head' to stare at the crowd of capes.
..... Tangle's 'mouth' looked like a green bulb of a flower yet to bloom. Like the bulb on the Pokemon, Bulbasaur's back. Slowly, it peeled open, revealing a pink petal-like inside. And a maw inexplicably lined with teeth. Then a glass-shattering, ground-shaking shriek emanated from it.
..... Panic. Jasmin couldn't think as the massive abberation raced down the street towards the crowd. Already, capes were rushing forwards, providing a line of defense, whilst others ran in the opposite direction. Fight or flight. There was a third option, seizing up in the middle, as Jasmin was currently doing. The primal fear was something she'd never felt before in her life. It was similar to that time she had been 10 feet away from a mountain lion while camping five years ago, the heart-sinking deer-in-headlights feeling, but it was deeper, worse. The fear was not just the primal fear of a predator or a deadly situation, it was also the fear of the unnatural, the eldritch, the alien. Tears welled up in her eyes as her disabled mind and body were unable to react to the primal panic swirling in her brain. Jasmin's powers began to take over, switching to her electromagnetic vision, she could immediately see the electrical impulses lighting up like fireworks in the brains of other capes. Adrenaline. Hers came too, and suddenly, as her body tensed to jump, she was swallowed up by Jericho's shifting form.

Jericho’s heart dropped into his feet, maybe even fell out of his chest outright and onto the pavement below. Splattered like a water balloon or something. Panic flooded his system, his mind froze, his skin prickled with needles of numbing cold... Then he shoved it all out of his head, reflexively going so far as to begin shifting and morphing then and there, ink flowing around him as he took the biggest form he’d taken in... ever.

Long, moose-like antlers rose from the back of his skull, as his body shifted forward, his legs remaining about the same position as they were, his torso shifting and moving forward as flesh rapidly began extending backwards from his buttocks. His body swelled with flesh, muscle and bone, skull disappearing under a swirling vortex of ink for a moment before reappearing in the shape of an elk’s fleshless head.

From his waistline down, Jericho grew himself into a centaur-esque shape, flesh and muscle just barely obscured by a thin, thin layer of gray fur. It was more predatory, if only because of the paws with short, thick, blunt claws. His torso grew upwards just a faint amount more, and from just behind and below his original arms, grew a second pair. All four arms grew thick and furry, muscled and capable, as the rest of his body proportioned itself out a magnitude better.

His lower half was relatively horse sized, his upper shaped as if someone took a body-builder and made him both hairy, monstrous, and with a ‘crown’ of antlers thick enough to put an actual moose to relative shame.

Jericho reared back, twisting to reverse his position as his forelegs passed over the heads of the nearby capes easily, planting back onto the concrete below as a small space formed around him, he reached out, moving quickly as he shuffled some people out of the way, grabbed Jasmin, Seraphim, Chryssopea, and Sandstorm up into his arms, setting Chryssopea and Seraphim on his centaurid half as he turned and shouted with a voice that roared into the following silence of Tangle’s own screeching. The word hissed during the beginning, like a serpents’ call before rumbling and roaring out clearly despite the non-human maw it leapt from.

SCATTER!!!

Before making past anyone else in his way, getting the five of them as far back and away from tangle as possible. He took a sharp left turn once he cleared the parking lot, once he cleared the buildings directly adjacent to the crowd, ducking behind a three story and stretching his arms upward to knock out two second story windows with a branching pair of bone-clubs that sprouted from each radii, latching the appendages there and holding on tightly. The clubs then became hands, swirling with ink during the short transformation, before grabbing the bottom of broken window sills, more hands and arm like structures sprouted and grabbed the other edges. Secured. The hands that held Jasmin and Sandstorm stretched higher still placing them on the roof of the building while Jericho’s torso turned around entirely and spoke to Chryssopea and Seraphim. “Up? Yes or no? I’ll leave this body here as a stairway regardless... If Tangle doesn’t come here.

He didn’t wait for an answer, choosing instead to focus on the entirety of the form he was utilizing. Every muscle, bone, fiber of hair, nerve, ounce of fat, all of it he dedicated to memory. He dedicated it to permanency, before a portion of his torso fell over and to the side, his hind legs bending so that the farthest back end was sloped towards the ground. A relatively normal sized, human torso sized, bulge moved through the bulk of the centaurid half. A human sized Jericho stepped out from the still straightened forelegs, before shifting into a smaller, eagle-sized form. Skyblue and white feathers sprouted into existence, before being replaced by a sporting of plumage that seemed to shift color spontaneously.

He took off, rising up into the air before continuing to soar higher and higher still. The crowd of capes back at the HQ had indeed done what he had shouted, and as he focused on the scene below him, Jericho relaxed. If only for a short moment, before remembering that Tangle was an absolute threat. Something that he knew, deep in his core, in his very being, he couldn’t hurt. Nothing he had, nothing he could’ve thought to grow or utilize, would actually hurt the Abhorrent. He couldn’t get close, he couldn’t stay far enough away... He was helpless and useless.

..... Jasmin, or Sähkö as she was now wearing her mask, stepped onto the roof of the building that Jericho had brought her to and surveyed the scene with quiet horror, throwing up the hood of her blue hoodie. She watched as capes that presumably could survive close proximity to Tangle rushed forwards down the street, in attempt to stop the beast before he rushed into the crowd of more squishy parahumans. Then, a white line seared across her vision, leaving a black-fading-purple blind spot in her eyes. Immediately, she heard an artificial-esque feminine voice, similar to Siri or Alexa, speak from her new wristband, "Laser Hawk down." Sähkö whipped her vision over to where Capetown's HLA team had been huddled. Already Cosmic's spheres and Tendril's tentacles were being thrown up as shields, but Sähkö could clearly make out a place where molten concrete was. Presumably, Laser Hawk had been standing near. Elicitor was also right in the middle of the molten concrete, though Tendril was already lifting him up and out of it before any secondary damage could be done.
..... The female artificial voice started naming off more names, before Jasmin could even react to Tangle rushing forward and swiping his tail through a building and into a crowd of capes, like massive steel pipey-wires, destroying all in the tail's path. "Intellast down. Pluto down. Kuro-Yūrei down. Thirty-seven in critical condition. Two-hundred-and-ten capes with radiation poisoning." Jasmin balked at what she had just seen go down, and they were only a minute into the fight. Sheetrock, bricks, rust, and dust rained down on the crowd as the building collapsed. Jasmin noticed that concrete everywhere was crackling and crumbling as creeper vines sprouted, pushing cement apart. Metal streetlights instantly turned into rust, and crumbled like sandstone Jasmin used to crush with her hands at playgrounds when she was little. Loud explosions rang out as Suit and hundreds of other tinkers launched rockets and threw bombs. Lasers bounces off of tangle, but plasma and particle beams seared a paper-thin layer of the beast's skin. An unimaginable amount of cape attacks were being launched at range, with a few capes immune to his radiation aura closing in for close-combat.
..... "What can I even do to help?" Jasmin asked to herself, incredulously.

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The atmosphere was anything but pleasant. Even as someone who could influence others emotions on a mass scale, this was something that put even Kayle on edge. Everyone looked ready to fight, but not necessarily the Abhorrent. Glances, deliberate stares, feigned insults and threatening physical postures. Villains, vigilantes and heroes alike all crowded into a space with their potentially worst enemies outside of genocidal monsters of nightmares. Already people were feeling the friction, emotion taking over logic in a bid for immediate satisfaction. Kayle’s eyes floated over them, watching as the fight was broken up and only barely paying attention to the briefing that the ‘best of the best’ were giving them. In fact, it took him longer than he would have liked to notice the box floating in front of him with what appeared to be a bracelet of some sort. Looking around, he saw nearly everyone donning it, lawful and evil alike. He didn’t like the idea of wearing anything made by someone who, on any other day, would most likely be hunting him down, but this was a different situation.

Once it attached itself to his arm, he rubbed it slightly but didn’t find that it was heavy or otherwise in the way. It did seem to be a mixture of tracking and communication device, which made Kayle even more uneasy, but considering the chaos that was about to unfold, he couldn’t fault them for wanting some way to coordinate with the superhumans here. Looking back at the four ‘veterans’ so to speak addressing the crowd, he couldn’t help but feel some anxiety. Now, he had been asked more than a few times in a couple different situations, ‘Aren’t you afraid?’. Even in a situation like this, where death was more likely than survival, and survival was not technically ‘alive’, he couldn’t say that he was. Anxiety, impatience, a small amount of anger, but fear? He couldn’t say that he was afraid of the abhorrent, more akin to annoyed by it. Which struck even Kayle as odd as he reflected inwardly for a moment.

He remembered the conversation he had with the changer just moments ago, and found himself wondering why, at this specific time, he had chosen that route over outright ignorance? Maybe he was more prideful than he liked to admit. Why, at this specific time, he looked at others with contempt rather than compassion or understanding. Maybe he was more closed off than he liked to admit. He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing slowly and bringing himself back in line with his mentality, that of someone who would take that extra step when no one else would. Morality be damned, he had a job to do.

When Legend started talking more about the abhorrent, he realized his chances of being able to do something to the creature itself dropped to zero. With the radiation threat, not only would his chains refuse to manifest in any proper capacity, due to a weakness to radiation he found out a couple years ago against a particularly nasty villain, but with a limited time frame to find his doc after contact, the radiation itself would most likely kill him before he could do anything. Everything else was more or less in the realm of possibility to deal with though. The ability to control light made things a bit difficult, but if you were 75 feet tall with a tail spanning several dozen city blocks, being invisible didn’t really help much.

Kayle cracked his knuckles, one at a time out of a sense of keeping his hands busy. He wouldn’t be able to fight Tangle directly, but he could keep the plants at bay, prevent collateral damage and escort any potential injured capes or civilians away from the fight. He would have to be mindful of the radiation aura though, the closer he got the less effective he would be. That could be said for any number of capes, but for him especially. To be honest, having heard about it now, Kayle couldn’t help but feel a sense of uselessness wash over him as he realized he wasn’t going to necessarily be part of the effort pushing Tangle back. He bit the inside of his cheek a bit, more out of indignity than anything else.

As if the whole thing had been rehearsed, the moment Legend was done filling them in, the sound of destruction forced everyone’s head to whip to the source. There, somehow appearing as if from thin air, Tangle sat like a budding flower filled with murderous intent. Like some scene out of a monster movie, it turned to face them, unleashing a shriek that made even Kayle wince in pain at the thought of it. Instantly capes were moving to perform whatever tasks they thought they could do, while Kayle was part of the group running away. His chains burst from his form, impacting the ground and lifting him into the air as he propelled himself away from the conflict. Not necessarily because he was afraid, but because as he thought earlier, the radiation would render his abilities useless.

As he was floating through the air on his spider leg chains, he noticed that while some were rushing forward, others were running away, there was a group of capes standing still and not doing a damn thing in any capacity. Normally, Kayle would have chastised such behaviour. Villain or hero, this kind of thing came with the territory, but not even Kayle could fault them for being shocked into a standstill at the sight of Tangle. In fact, it was the very changer that Kayle had insulted and essentially mocked that made the first move. Picking him out of the crowd wasn’t hard as his ability to shift was...not exactly pleasant on the eyes. Having picked up some people, screaming at them to scatter. Whatever his opinions on the man, he wasn’t wrong.

Being someone capable of doing something in that instance, chains launched themselves towards the group that was still watching Tangle with nothing but either shock or fascination, grabbing as many people as he could before moving all of them a few blocks back. There was no preference in his actions, simply taking anyone who was standing still. Once he placed everyone down, he launched himself into the air again. This time, he took up a stance at roughly 4 stories, watching the ensuing chaos with a sense of anxiety once more. He wanted to do something, but like always, his logical side won out as he found himself simply watching for an opportunity.

It was then that a voice came from the bracelet. Looking over, listening as it listed names and statuses. So that’s what it was for. A way for people to realize just how powerful, and fruitless, this was ultimately going to be.

You didn’t need to have an empathy aura to know this wasn’t going to inspire confidence.

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The battlefield was a chaotic mess. There were capes leaping, sprinting, jumping and every other form of locomotion in between from one spot to another. Some disappeared within the moments between the brain asking the eyelid to blink, others were swept aside as easily as one might sweep aside dust from a table. Every now and then, really frequently if honesty ever came into question, Tangle's massive maw would abruptly jerk to one side as Legend rammed a fist, elbow or knee into the monstrosities' "face".

From above, Jericho felt a pit in his stomach forming. Panic was rising, a sort of unrecognized anxiety pressing for a chance to just get the fuck away from this. The anxiety was blasted away by an immediate shout of surprised pain. A line of blue-black-rainbow color seared it's way across his vision, and blinking did nothing to resolve the blind-spot. So, Jericho did what he thought would work best... Dissolved the offended and-or broken organs and reformed new ones in their places. From around the shoulder of one wing, the bracelet-monitor-thing recited the names of the now fallen. Jericho didn't listen, no good could come from tuning into- "Wind Breaker down. Jumpstart down. Magnum Vapor down."

"Ah... Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Came the panicked response, leaping from Jericho's beak before he had time to even realize that he'd formed a mouth within to speak outwardly with. His focus then locked onto a small figure, a child? Laying still on the ground beside what was once probably another cape. Was once definitely another cape, another person.
Holy shit.
The kid, a girl by the looks of the hair- a young girl at that- was surrounded by... Some sort of bubble. A cobalt blue gas of some kind, hovering in a slow- or was it fast?- moving sphere around her. Was that her power? Was she powered?! Did she know that corpse? Er, person? Shit.

"This is real. Oh. Oh shit. Okay... Okay move. Move." Muttered the Changer, twisting in on himself as he dove towards the ground beak-first. He took note of other capes moving as he dove, and just barely in view as he sped toward the ground, was the 'bat-man' that Jericho had not but just moments ago been arguing with. He looked... Pensive? The moment passed.

Jericho felt his wings flare open, felt the shoulders of his form tearing, tearing, ripping, and then stabilizing as he came to a unsteady- and swift- glide just above the molten concrete. The multitude of eyes upon his skull remained, though all were quickly covered by a clear, nigh invisible cap of carapace. He pulled up and back, felt his shoulders and wings straining against inertia before settling without breaking once again. Jericho came to a stop then, landed right beside the girl surrounded in cobalt gas. A sparing moment was spent considering the possible risk to his life... Before he reached out on impulse and picked the child up, his form swirling as it reverted back to a stark nude humanoid shape akin to a Ken doll. The child was light, almost surprisingly so, and otherwise slack and limp in his arms, continuing staring at-
"Oh fuck..." The gruesome sight before her.

Jericho's voice fell to a whisper, just barely loud enough for basically no one except whoever was closest; that being the girl cradled in his arms. "Shit. Okay. Lets get you out of here. Um... Fuck. Please don't be dead too. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck." He ramble-whispered as he turned, mind racing and mouth running continuously as his form shifted once again. The girl went from being cradled in appendages to cradled in what could've been easily described as a harness.

As Jericho began running, his form bent over double- the girl moving from arms to a large, thick rib-cage that sprang upward from just above the pelvis like a catcher's mitt in baseball. Ink swirled out from bone and flesh, spreading over the unresponsive girl's form before stretching out along the spaces between each rib. It quickly, surely became transparent and solid, sturdy despite it's clarity. The humanoid form swirling with ink right along with the growth of the 'harness' of bone and carapace. A large, scaled torso took shape, following the formation of a quartet of sturdily built horse-like legs in a sort of spider-esque positioning below. Instead of hooves, the legs ended in disgustingly muscled bird-claws, though they were furred, and the talons were thick and seemingly blunt.

The form moved in a sort of skittering gait, rapid despite the fair amount of bulk, and additional passenger. Jericho kept mumbling to himself, his skull having changed into that of a deer's with the flesh removed. The crown of eyes remained, having stayed in place despite the change between three different forms. Even though the eyes were there, Jericho didn’t pay attention to the buildings around him, taking no note as to how they were becoming more and more ruined as he proceeded in escaping the ‘main battlefield’.

He had lost track of how many turns he had taken within no time at all, having only done what he could to get the girl as far away from the fighting as he could. Rounding another corner, Jericho shrieked, cursed, and then retreated back the way he came before peering back around.

There, in the alleyway, was the girl from the bank, the one who had kicked him in the eye. Fighting against some planty-thing no less. From behind him, he could hear the sounds of fighting, and Tangle screeching every now and then... Which, didn't seem right. Had he taken the child closer to the fight? The thoughts were scrambled away as he took note of his surroundings, finally.

He had moved parallel to Tangle. Running a couple of streets over and alongside the beast for a quick few moments. He had made headway, just had not realized just how much headway that really equated to. Jericho took quick glance about for more creatures, minions, whatever; before the legs of the form squatted down. He turned, facing the clear harness towards the wall of a nearby building to hide the child carried within, before straining against himself for all of a second.

A humanoid figure leapt from the scaled back of the odd crab-taur-thing he had taken the shape of. Jericho, now once again human in form, immediately began shifting once he hit the air. He reverted back to a familiar form, the wendigo shape he took way, way back when, at the “Which Wich”. Though now he was fed, and taking a swipe with a claw that was far meatier and sharper than it had been once before. His bulk landed with a thump and a 'whumpf' of air, pivoting on the spot upon touchdown. A quick huff of exertion leapt from his maw, shoving the plant-human into a nearby wall and pinning it there. He felt, rather than saw, the immediate thrashing and bashing of thorny ‘appendage’ on his skull and shoulders, ripping a whining growl out of the changer as he formed a mouth upon his right-hand ribs.
Cut it, cut it, please CUT IT RIGHT NOW.

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Her body was moving and reacting before her brain had caught up. Tess shifted to the side, eyes tracing to the blurry black figure leaping in from her peripheral vision to- No, it wasn’t aimed at her. The hulking figure was familiar as it clawed into the plant-monster that had engaged her, buckling the concrete around it as the weight of its landing and force of its impact threw dust into the air. Tess felt herself seizing up as realisation dawned on her, but immediately, she corrected her stance. She wasn’t Tess right now. She was Hush. There was no way ‘Wendigo’ knew who she was; it had to be a coincidence. It didn’t matter what he had done either, this was an abhorrent attack. They were all on the same side here. This was about survival, nothing else.

“Cut it, cut it, please CUT IT RIGHT NOW.” As the changer formed a mouth to call for her assistance, Hush nodded through her mask, her moment of hesitation gone. Without a word, she made her approach, sliding underneath Wendigo as she cleaved clean through the bottom torso of the plant monster, the lower half crumpling to the ground and thankfully remaining unmoving as its upper limbs continued to thrash and strike at Wendigo. However it was being controlled, it had to be located somewhere in the upper part of its body. Realising this, Hush pivoted once more, her hand hooking around a portion of Wendigo’s body as she flipped up into the air. Moving cleanly like an expert gymnast, she quickly landed astride his back as she mounted his shoulder.

“Release it!” Tess cried out, making no attempt to hide her voice as she commanded Wendigo to let it go lest she cut into the changer. In the instant the monster was dropped, Hush herself was leaping down from Wendigo’s shoulder, performing a cross slash through the beasts body and rolling to a stop not far from its remains. The singed flora made a faint sizzling noise as smoke drifted up from its body, but otherwise, it was unmoving. It may not have had any vitals to speak of, but somewhere in there she must have severed the link it had to Tangle. She’d done it! She’d taken one out! Her elation thankfully masked behind her helmet, Hush turned back towards Wendigo, giving a nod of approval as way of thanks. Still, there was little chance for celebration. She could hear and see much more movement all about the broken streets and buildings. This was but one of many of these things. However, she’d learned a lot from this first encounter. She was confident she could try to hold her own.

“There’s more coming. I plan to take the fight to them.” Hush spoke, turning to look towards Wendigo once more. Hopefully the mask was helping to muffle her voice and he hadn’t recognised her... Not wanting to sit still for too long, Tess began to make her way forward again. This wasn’t the time for idle chit-chat. If Wendigo had anything more to say to her, he could ask it while they moved. She couldn’t stop. She had to keep fighting and make a difference. There had to be people she could save. She wasn’t going to be a spectator.

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Maxwell watched as the chaos unfolded in the streets. The battle, for all intents and purposes, was not going well. Capes, Villains, Vigilantes, they all got batted away like flies. "So much for the unspoken rules." He smirked, though more out of disdain for the concept, but it soon faded. No sense in endangering himself over the matter. As the chaos ensued though, something caught his eye, over on the streets. At first it looked like two children, but in a mere moment it became only one. The little girl laid there for a moment, Maxwell felt a slight sensation of... Pity? Or perhaps just familiarity, but he felt it all the same.

"Poor thing... Still a mere child and the world has already robbed you." He contemplated going down to help, but his thoughts were quickly put aside. The... 'Thing' from the TV, or so it seemed to be it, had dropped down to the pavement to quickly grab the girl and run off. "This... May be a more interesting day than I had originally expected." A slight grin grew on The Shape's face.

The windows beside Maxwell exploded as a shower of glass was thrown across the room, a brief moment of colorful bliss as the sun glinted off the fragments. The Shape had thrown himself to the ground, rolling back as far away from the windows as he could, looking back up just in time to see a piece of sidewalk fall from the window frame, down to the ground below. Turned out Tangle had a pretty good throw too. One more thing to keep in mind. Before anything else got thrown his way, Maxwell quickly made his way to an exit door, and quickly made his way down the stairs within. Elevator would be a death trap at this point.

Once he was back on the ground level, Maxwell burst through an emergency exit door and started running. He stuck to the back alleys for now as he tried to get an idea of what direction that thing from the news was running in.
"Gotta close this gap quick, before he makes any more distance." He didn't know much about whatever he was chasing after, but he knew that it could be fast, much faster than most humans on foot.

There. Maxwell managed to catch a glimpse of the thing turning down another street, so Maxwell ran out of the alleys and back onto the main streets. Some of Tangle's minions were running around, some engaged with capes, but others were not. No time to waste. Both his 87's were quickly in hand as Maxwell began to run through the crowd, careful not to get too close to the plant creatures. One of them jumped up towards him, too quick for him to get a shot immediately. He braced against the thing with his left arm, letting it grab him as he lifted his right up to put the barrel against the thing's head. One shot and it's head was burst apart, sending the thing to the ground writhing and flopping around.

Maxwell kept moving.

A few began to run towards him, two on his left, and one on his right. Aiming at the left two, he opened fire on their bodies, letting the bullets rip their flesh up till moving became impossible. Clicks sounded letting him know he needed to reload. Not enough time just yet. When the right one got close enough he dropped the pistols, flicked a knife out from his coat, and let it jump at him. The blade made it's way into the creature's neck, and Maxwell, started carving his way through. It kicked and flailed madly at him, almost knocking him to the ground, but he managed to decapitate it before it could overpower him. The Shape quickly picked up his guns again and kept moving, ejecting the magazines from his firearms before quickly reloading them. This time he moved even faster, he'd lost too much ground with the thing he was following, and couldn't lose any more.

In a few brief moments, The Shape had made it to the alley he'd seen the thing turn down, and upon rounding the corner was immediately met by a cape and some nightmarish looking creature. It was the thing he had decided to follow, and it... Had the girl inside of it? She seemed unharmed, but he was confused nonetheless. The cape there was a woman, a little taller than typical, wearing what appeared to be a motorcycle helmet.

Maxwell gave a slight nod to the group.
"Looks like we're all getting our workouts today huh?" He spoke with a slightly friendly tone, but despite the attempted joke, his voice carried more somber sympathy than anything else.

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Up until the moment that the green portal dropped spewing forth an army headed by the Triumvirate it hadn't quite sunk in completely that this city would be plunged into chaos in just a few minutes. However with them present here, there was no longer any way to doubt, no possibility of a mistake, it was absolute certainty that pandora's box would be unleashed in the city.

Devon looked down at his belt and at the only clips of ammo he actually carried, bullets he never imagined to actually be using. Depleted uranium helix cored bullets, flying armor piercing drills made to never stop cutting deeper until they either are fully destroyed or run out of rotational momentum, the latter of which wouldn't happen in Freischütz hands. He grabbed one of the clips and swiftly loaded in his sniper rifle, looking back up just in time to notice one of Tinkers odd flying black boxes float above his head. The clip had barely been let go by his hand sent falling to the ground when the box charged at Devon's arm as if it had been overcome with impatience. As it landed on his arm with a thud it morphed into a black wristband, it wouldn't be much of a hindrance where it decided to attach itself, but he would have much preferred if it had attached itself to his upper arm. He gave his arm a little shake, balled up a fist and turned every which way he physically could, just to see if Tinker had thought to take muscle flex in account, and he had.

It was at this point that he tuned in on Legends speech which had taken the attention of most of the crowd around them. One in three dead, many more crippled, mangled or otherwise permanently wounded and pretty much everyone who engaged him would need radiation treatment, and that's what would be considered a good day. The history and biology lesson was a little less of interest, after all he had been doing his homework on all five of the abhorrents, all the while praying that that knowledge would never be called upon.

The moment Devon heard the sound of something very big hitting a building at speed he didn't waste any time whatsoever, he jumped into a full sprint snaking his way back through the building towards his bike. He jumped on his bike and twisted the throttle almost launching the bike from under him, launching himself and the bike upwards into the sky. As soon as he gained enough height to clear the next few buildings he whipped around to face Tangle with his sniper rifle, firing his first shot almost immediately as soon as the creature entered his sights. As per standard the bullet hit striking dead center on what one could consider the neck of snake, and what followed was a few short seconds of intense sparking and small bits of tissue and ichor flying outwards as the bullet drilled it's way into the beasts flesh.

Before the show of sparks ended Devon took aim to place a second shot right in the hole he had just dug into the tissue. However trying hit a pin point shot on an erratic moving object was a whole another thing than hitting the broad side of a barn. His second and third shot missed their marks, but both still having hit Tangle gave more targets to aim for. Feeling frustration take over Devon took a deep breath, activated the overdrive with his rifle and said to himself: "Breathe slowly with purpose, focus on that one point, that one possibility and forget everything around you." For a second after that his vitals stopped and everything moved as if time was itself was slowed to a crawl. He took aim and found the one moment where everything would line up perfectly, hitting the second impact site dead on. The bullet drilled itself only a slight bit further into the flesh before it too was chipped, burned and shaved to bits. It had burrowed it's way down through quite a few of the layers, but even then it was likely not even a mosquito bite to Tangle.

Immediately after he was pulled back into the world by his breathing kicking back in and causing a coughing fit, all the while the little metal wristband piped up "Freischütz down. Laser Hawk down." "Like hell *cough* I *cough* *cough* I am." He yelled back at the wristband.

He looked at the situation on the ground as he heard more and more names being called through the wristband, capes fleeing everywhere trying to escape from Tangle, the plants, crumbling buildings and the radiation, all the while doing whatever they could for any and all of the civilians caught outside, fighting off everything thrown at them or at least trying to. "God fucking damnit." He yelled from the top of his lungs as he noticed a couple capes being slammed against a building by one of Tangles plant minions, only to then motionlessly drop to the ground. "I should have fucking helped them, not trying to do the impossible."

He then threw his sniper rifle onto his back with such force that the leather strap creaked as it jerked against Devon's torso. He then grabbed the assault rifle, squeezing the trigger immediately as he arced it around to in front of him showering Tangles plant minions in a barrage of cryogenic ammo. "That should at least slow them down." He said as parts of the plants shattered as the frozen parts broke off. A few of them dropped on the spot, the others now missing limbs were engaged by other capes. Too dangerous to start spraying bullets with capes in melee range.

He twisted the throttle once more to find somewhere, something, someone where he could be of help. He didn't get very far though before one of the plant minions threw a stop sign at him, making it slam into the side of the bike with a nasty clank. Almost immediately Devon could tell that whatever had been hit was A: Not made to withstand taking hits, and B: quite important, as he felt the bike slow down and lose altitude. "Oh, you gotta be Fucking kidding me!" He screamed as his bike dipped below the roofs of the buildings around him. Slightly panicked by the quickly approaching ground he prayed that it would still turn into it's bike form and be able to roll out the impact. He steered towards one of the buildings flying along side it until 2 about stories above the ground and then shifted it back into bike mode while desperately steering and leaning so he could use the remaining horizontal speed for a wall ride and hopefully slow down his descent even a bit. At first it was quite successful as he dropped down another few feet at a much slower speed, however with the lower speed and hitting a windowsill with his back wheel he lost contact with the building and started to free fall again. With a slam his bike hit the pavement bottoming out it's suspensions and scraping some of the body panels across the ground. The suit fortunately protected Devon from the impact for the most part, though not something he'd like to try again in the near future.

When he slowly turned the throttle trying to drive away the engine made all kinds of sounds as if trying to tell it's owner that it wasn't in the greatest shape anymore. "Great, now I've lost the only advantage I had over that fucking plant bastard." As he drove around through the mostly destroyed streets showering Tangle's minions here and there the engine started to sound worse and worse, and the same could be said about the speed he was driving. The increasing activity of minions though told him he was heading back towards the fray, to where he might be able to help somehow.

Then he noticed the shapeshifter from 'wich wich' at least he assumed so given rather morbid shapeshifting, he was accompanied by another cape at least he assumed she was a cape, because she was headed right into the direction of where he could hear sounds of Legend and likely some other capes duking it out with Tangle. Opting not to push his bike to destruction, at least not completely he slowed down, jumped off and before the bike was at a complete standstill threw down the kickstand. It scraped across the ground for a moment all the while Devon pulled the key from the ignition and quickly put it back in his pocket. He then ran towards the two capes assault rifle drawn expecting more of the minions to be right around any corner or just about to jump out of the buildings. If anything tagging along with those two would be better than wandering around on his own. "Sir, miss, I would urge you to be careful if you are heading that way. You'll be heading directly towards where Legend is currently engaging Tangle."

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During her first moments back into reality, Mara’s body was jerked to the left side in one swift movement. The moment her eyes peaked open, she realized that someone was carrying her. Her Butterflies were near her, but she could feel that there was a barrier. They were still above her, she still had control. Mara’s head lulled from side to side and realized that she was inside of some sort of ugly and non-existent animal. She felt like with a reckless driver. Wait. No, this presence was familiar…

Wendigo…? Why is he here? Ace? Ace was…

A vision of her brother’s lifeless eyes flashed at the back of her mind. No! Mara covered her eyes and squeezed her eyes shut, but the picture just became more vivid. His missing bottom half. His bloodied body. His unmoving eyes, staring into nothing. His smile wasn’t there. He wasn’t here.

He’s not here! Stupid! Stop, stop, stop stop.

“Cut it, cut it, please CUT IT RIGHT NOW.”

Mara gasped in surprise and looked up, now watching Wendigo and a lady defeat an ugly-looking monster. She could see his fur, the very same one from the poor sandwich shop that Ace took her to. It looked so soft… It didn’t fail to captivate her once again.

Save… save people.

Yeah, that’s what Ace would say. Help as many people as you can. If Ace can’t do it right now, then she had to. She had to help as many people as she could. The image of Ace’s lifeless eyes crossed her mind again. Mara had to do it. She could help. Somehow. Her eyes drifted to the lady in the helmet. A good fighter with great instincts, but no ability? Or maybe she didn’t use her ability?

“There’s more coming. I plan to take the fight to them.” The lady said and started to move again. Before she could get far, someone else ran into the alley. Two someone elses, actually. A hero and a vigilante? Probably not a hero, but his comment seemed friendly even though it didn't really apply to her. She didn’t use her powers today, she didn’t run, and was currently sitting inside of Wendigo. That hero was definitely from the poor sandwich shop. How could she forget when Ace was about to act as an off-duty hero, only for an on-duty hero to show up.

Forgetting that Ace was... gone.. for just a while, she would focus on helping this group fight whatever they need to fight.

Okay, Mara, she mouthed to herself, Just help them with whatever. Focus.

She would join Ace after she helped with the invasion. He would be proud of her.

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Capetown, TX. 09/20/2017, 10:43 AM. 73°F,
Partly Cloudy. Arc 4: Abberance.




Sähkö stared down at the carnage of the battlefield from the rooftop Jericho, no, Wendigo had dropped her off at. She turned to face Ray- no, Seraphim, who was standing next to her, also having been deposited on this rooftop.
..... "Hey, Seraphim?" Sähkö started, "What's with the foggy haze around Tangle?"
..... Seraphim turned to Jasmin, her eyes the only part of her body visible through the mosaic of worlds that was her armor. "What haze? There's nothing around Tangle, that I can see."
..... Sähkö turned back to look at the plant abberation that was Tangle. There was a very faint, but obvious, bright haze or fog around the serpent. Similar to how mountains disappear in the horizon behind a blue haze that is the sky or atmosphere, but bright, more purple. Violet. "It's like the sky but bright purple. I think I can see ultraviolet light?"
..... Seraphim shook her head. "No, Jaz, you definitely can't see UV light. This would have come up before, because lots of things would look different to you. Some glass wouldn't be clear, for example. Not only that-"
..... "Tangle doesn't give off ultraviolet radiation." Chrysopoeia interrupted.
..... "What he said. Tangle gives off x-rays and gamma rays. Maybe you can see those in high quantities? I mean, lightning and plasma does give off lots of those types of radiation. It's highschool-level science."
..... Sähkö nodded. She knew this, but she wasn't quite sure. Regardless, there was nothing she could do about it in this moment. Maybe it was a part of her ability she hadn't 'unlocked' yet. Her power was like that. Some people came with full control of their abilities from the start, not having room to grow, and they have to be creative. Like Wendigo. But others, like Sähkö, came with no automatic control of their abilities, and have to flex it like a muscle, let it grow, and learn new things about it all the time.
..... Though her brief exchange with her teammates had distracted her, it was hard not to find her eyes drawn back to the fight. It was carnage, and Jasmin realized that, like her team, most capes who couldn't do jack shit were standing by the 'sidelines,' on rooftops, down the street, blocks away, just observing, twiddling their thumbs, not knowing what to do, or maybe looking for opportunities to help injured capes in need. Jasmin was sure any capes with healing powers of any type definitely had their hands full. Hopefully some among their ranks could reverse radiation damage.
..... But no one could reverse death. And a lot of that was happening to. The fight hadn't even started five minutes ago, and her bracelet-thing had already listed off dozens of aliases. Heroes and villains, they were dying.
..... While the less capable capes sat on the sidelines and acted as observers and support, the strongest capes were around Tangle. The triumvirate was easy to pick out, all four of them, with the addition of Synergy, were hovering within Tangle's death-range. Suit pummeled Tangle with plasma and particle beams, barely scratching the surface layers of the Abhorrent's skin. Explosives were less likely to hurt Tangle and more likely to hurt other capes. And lasers would be reflected, or worse, used by Tangle. Legend brawled with the beast, flying away and then zooming towards Tangle, but instead if smashing Tangle into the ground or surrounding buildings, Legend would throw punches upwards, dispersing all of the energy into the Abhorrent, and not the asphalt under the beast. At first, it perplexed Jasmin. Why not throw it into the ground, like in destructive super hero movies? Then she realized, to beings like Tangle and Legend, with immense strength and invulnerability, that the ground was more like a mattress, or cotton, and the energy would hit harder not being dispersed into something as soft as concrete, to them.
..... Hero and Synergy were another league, themselves. Hero was flying, well, hovering in place, wreathed in green flames around his body, matching the black-and-green aesthetic of his suit and cape, and from his shoulders emerged two massive spectral green wings of flame, like a lime-green phoenix. Each of the fingers on his hands elongated into wicked foot-long claws, and he'd fly at Tangle, and swipe, cutting easily the entire foot into Tangle's flesh, but have to dance around, careful to avoid attacks.
..... "He got lucky, I think." Chrysopoeia stated, noticing Sähkö watching. "He most likely got some power that let him pierce Tangle's defenses. The Triumvirate are on him like they are excited. It's probably rare to get such a power."
..... "Lucky? Maybe. But he's also gambling. I don't think he has any defenses. He's being very careful to dodge Tangle. He's probably as squishy as an unpowered human right now. Besides, though his claws are cutting deep, a foot deep isn't anywhere near it's core." Seraphim followed.
..... "Hey, guys? Watching is boring. Let's do something ourselves." Decided Sandstorm, who had been excitedly fidgeting this whole time.
..... And in that moment, a feeling of impulsivity overcame Jasmin. "Watch me really, really regret this, later."

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Capetown, TX. 09/20/2017, 10:44 AM. 73°F,
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"Yikes-" was all Chrysopoeia had managed to get out, before his world turned white. He saw Sähkö, in her blue hoodie, black yoga leggings, and black iron-sand mask, step forwards and thrust a hand out, palm facing Tangle. Immediately, he knew that she would release a lightning-bolt.
..... But he didn't expect this.
..... Usually, when Jasmin has any visible electricity, it's thin strands, arcs, that stay close to her. Once or twice, he's seen her do an actual blast of lightning, at inanimate objects, but she never does it at humans. And this was a league of its own, a depth to Jasmin's power he didn't even realize she was capable of.
..... Even through his sunglasses, the world was blindingly stark featureless white, with deeply contrasted pure dark long shadows creating the shapes of the building and silhouettes of the people around him. She was holding a stream. An actual stream, of lightning, plasma, bright white ionized air, for several seconds.
..... Then, as suddenly as it started, it stopped. Lucas's vision was dark, blinded, and the world was just a muffled ringing, as if he'd been flashbanged. A few more agonizingly long minutes later, and he could start to regain his senses.

..... Tangle was unharmed.

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Character Portrait: Jericho Amile (Wendigo/Ghoul) Character Portrait: Terry 'Tess' Farina (Hush) Character Portrait: Mara Haruka Black Character Portrait: Devon Metzger(freischütz) Character Portrait: Maxwell Landon (The Shape)
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Tess’s combat seemed to have drawn a few more capes to her location. Perhaps the sound of her and Wendigo fighting acted as a beacon for them to rally? Looking over to the first, a man judging by the voice, but no cape Tess recognised. She listened as he made some playful banter. She appreciated his levity in the face of such adversity. The kind of people that could joke at a time like this were a welcome source of confidence and morale. That said, did his mask have to be so unsettling? Then again, by comparison to Wendigo she knew which she’d prefer any day. Still, should she respond to his joke in kind? Or bring focus back down to the task at hand? She felt so inexperienced and socially awkward, particular when it came to this hero business. Maybe she could try to do both?

“Let’s hope we all live to feel sore tomorrow.” Hush stated, surprising herself with the weight she managed in her voice. She felt stupid, but maybe that came off alright? Even if it was a little morbid, it was supposed to be light-hearted but not hiding the seriousness and… She was overanalysing things again. Time to move on. Shifting herself, to turn back towards her intended path, Tess decided to reiterate her plan as she started to move, though honestly she was unsure if any of them would follow. “I plan to try and run rescue work and clean up duty on Tangle’s minions. If we can follow after it, we should find some survivors. I’d appreciate any help.” As she started to make her way to follow the path of destruction left by Tangle, another approached the group, this time, one she recognised.

With his combat gear and seniority, Tess reflexively felt like saluting, but resisted the urge. "Sir, miss, I would urge you to be careful if you are heading that way. You'll be heading directly towards where Legend is currently engaging Tangle." Freischütz spoke, stopping in front of them, and in all honesty, Tess was surprised by his politeness. She got the idea that he’d be kind of gruff given the soldier vibe, but she knew better than to judge books by their cover, so she dismissed the thought. Again, stopping felt like she was wasting time, but recklessness would only get her killed.

“Thank you for the warning, Fray-Shoots.” Resorting to phonetics in a bid to try and pronounce his hero name correctly, Tess gestured to herself. “I go by Hush. I plan to be careful with Tangle’s danger field, but without metal, I should be able to get closer than most to help out anyone that’s fallen behind. I have some teleportation powers, so I’ll just be pulling people out as safely as I can.” Looking to both the earlier gentleman, as well as Freischütz, a plan began formulating in her mind. “You’re both proficient in firearms, right? If you could provide me with cover from Tangle’s minions, that’d make it much easier for me to find and save people if I focus on avoiding them.” Adjusting her gaze to look to Wendigo, Tess swallowed, and then continued. “You’d be perfect to help evacuate the injured like you did before. If we work together, I’m sure we can help them.”

After running through her plan, Tess’ attention was distracted by a bright burst of light, the source of which unclear, but likely something that had been aimed at Tangle. Only letting it hold her attention for a moment, she continued to explain her thoughts. “Tangle’s fast, but if we stick close, I should be able to warp us clear if it does start to turn on us. I have a friend that’s helping with the triage and medical teams too, so I know where we can take people.” It was a rough plan, but it was a plan all the same. Looking between the group, Tess waited for some feedback before they went to move. After all, she was just a teenager. She’d recede to their seniority if they had a better idea.

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Maxwell smiled slightly under his mask at the young woman's response. "If it's any comfort, I have a good feeling we'll live to feel terrible afterwards." He responded with a slight chuckle. As the young woman gave her plan, he nodded along, contemplating what it would mean for The Shape. His thoughts and feelings multiplied, but logically he was seeing this as the most productive use of his time. No sense in needless death, and this seemed like an interesting opportunity to network as well. Definitely a colorful group of capes, if ever there was one.

Before anyone could say anything else, the young woman began to make her way out of the alley, only to be met by yet another individual. Another cape, but this one kitted out like some kind of soldier. Very interesting. The man warned them about Tangle, and the young woman quickly identified the two of them as 'Fray-Shoots' (whom Maxwell believed must be the 'Freischütz' he'd heard named on his wrist band earlier), and 'Hush'.

Hush began to give a rundown of her plan, a rescue operation, albeit one that could be risky. Having thought that, it was also the only realistic plan that seemed viable. Bright light also caught Maxwell's eye as well, slightly turning his gaze while Hush spoke, trying to figure out where it came from. The Shape thought he may have briefly seen a faint arc of lightning perhaps. Someone must be feeling quite brave. Hush finished speaking and looked to the rest of the group, eliciting a nod of approval from The Shape.


"Hush has the most realistic plan as of right now. I saw the Triumvirate, albeit briefly, thrashing Tangle with everything they've got. Barely a dent on that thing. If we're winning this battle today, it's going to take time, and a lot of destruction. At this rate, damage control is about the best we can manage."

Maxwell paused for a moment to let the group take things into consideration, before giving some more input of his own. "I think we need to begin making contact with other capes as well, we're going to need more rescue teams, and some scouts or messengers. If Tangle doesn't stay put, we're going to need to be able to move these people to a more secure location. This battle could very likely be a very mobile one, so I hope you all like running." He left it on a somewhat lighter note. Fear, anger, negativity in general, these were going to be distractions in the fight, and distractions would get people killed.

Speaking of distractions, something else caught Maxwell's eye again, he turned his gaze just slightly to the side and up, just in time to witness someone falling from one of the buildings. Another tragedy it seemed, but.... Maxwell realized there was something familiar about the shape he saw. It was nearly impossible to tell, but he could swear it looked like that cape from the battle with the 'tar-monster' here with them. Another small smirk grew underneath the mask, The Shape feeling fairly certain that would not be the last time they'd be seeing that girl. In fact, today of all days, there might be quite a few reunions.

Today was a terribly interesting day.

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While the grown-ups were talking, Mara sat comfy in her little space and listened. So the name of the hero from the sandwich shop was named Fray shoots, a name she was pretty sure she just misspelled in her head. The woman was called Hush. She sounded kind of young, maybe around Ace's age, but she was taking the lead. It was something Mara found herself slightly admiring. Her eyes wandered to the masked man and wondered what the man with the mask was called.

A bright light flashed only for a brief moment, but nothing seemed to be in the following moments so she didn't pay much attention to it and brought her attention back to the conversation. She didn't like what she was hearing very much. Damage control was the best they could do. They couldn't beat that monster. It seemed next to impossible. But damage control was something she could do, at least. This would be her first time working with people other than her brother. It unsettled her. Still, she felt like she needed to help somehow.

Mara was a human shield, she was sure that she had the endurance for this mission, and she had the monster's lasers stored away in gas form, at her disposal to use against its minions. She just wasn't sure if she could work well with people she'd just met after waking up inside of Wendigo. She should probably try. Ace had always said that working in good teams led to better results, after all.

The swirling blue cloud surrounding Wendigo suddenly condensed into a small ball of gas about the size of a basketball, and it stood floating next to the small form sitting inside of the creature that Mara called Wendigo. She tapped on the barrier lightly, afraid that she might be hurting Wendigo if she knocked instead.

Jericho had stood quietly, panting in his new, more muscled 'Wendigo' form as he listened to the other three talk of a gameplan. He kept nervously looking back towards his other body, watching for signs that the girl he had picked up was either awake, or ... Awake. His worried looks were well warranted, as he took note of the faint silhouette within the chitin and flesh 'pod' moved. He said nothing, didn't even look towards the others before he moved.

An almost comically overlarge paw landed on the top of the 'pod', ink pulsing through the forearm of the Wendigo fur before spreading over the pod. The child inside would've felt warmth, almost scalding in its temperature, as the flesh and bone and chitin of the body she was held within pulsed and began melting away. It deconstructed in a manner that was entirely too clean for how Wendigo usually shifted his 'meatsuits' eheh. Organic material sloughed away, slowly lowering the child inside to the concrete below as it turned to ink. The material rushed up Wendigo's arm, and his form swelled in size and bulk. "Oh. Uh. Hullo."

The little girl's shock was obvious by the way her eyes blinked harshly in rapid succession. She found it amazing to see the transformation happen so close to her. She stared at Wendigo as he greeted her and then smiled politely, nodding in greeting only a moment later.

"Hello." Her voice was a barely audible whisper. So this is what he looked like up close. Mara's eyes was once again pulled by his fur. Hair? She wasn't sure, but it looked really soft, and she was itching to touch it... but Ace would say to ask first. Now was certainly not the time to ask.. to touch... his fur..... Her mouth opened and closed right after. Yes, another time maybe.

Wendigo peered down at the girl, his form having no visible eyes, though they were sunken inside the massive deer skull he was using as a head. A tilt of the head was followed by a worried grunt, as impulse told him to lift the girl up.

A startlingly human voice left his throat, though the skull never moved beyond the act of tilting to the other side. “Are you... Alright? You’ve got that gas stuff following you. Is that your power? Can I carry you- do I need to carry you? You didn’t look hurt after-“ he abruptly cut himself off, twitching and tilting his head upward as a heaving sigh left him. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to be carrying you about a lot. I don’t know if you have any movement... abilities? On you, so if you don’t like being picked up now is the time to clarify that.” He rambled, turning to look back at the others as a third arm grew and reached out towards the girl before him, palm upward. She blinked rapidly once again as the arm descended. “If you’d like you can hold onto my antlers. I think those three are planning on moving, and I can’t- in good conscience- leave you by your lonesome here...”

He found himself crouching, lowering his bulk so that she could climb up on her own terms if need be... And found that she starkly reminded him of Jasmin, in the sense that she was entirely business at first glance. And to his own chagrin, Jericho didn’t look too far past first glances.

Mara followed the movement as Wendigo crouched down in front of her invitingly. Just now there were so many questions at once that she didn't respond right away, but instead answered them in her head first.

"Are you... Alright?" Yes.

"You've got that gas stuff following you. Is that your power?" Kind of. My power is mainly to absorb and reconstruct anything that physically harm me.

"Can I carry you- do I need to carry you?" Mara blinked, but he carried on with the next question before she could construct a proper answer in her head.

"You didnt look hurt after-" She tilted her head in confusion, wondering why he stopped so suddenly. Thinking back on it, Mara realized that Wendigo must have found her next to Ace's... dead body. She was confident in her agility, but after seeing Wendigo move, Mara thought that it would be in her best interest to move around with him for now. At least, until she was needed as a human shield.

It would be nice to have a companion, if only for a short bit. Mara reached out her hand to touch the fur she'd been wanting to touch since she first laid eyes on it and found herself satisfied. It was light and thin, slightly rough to the touch. She finished climbing on top and grabbed onto the antlers. Her hands barely wrapped around the entirety of the antlers.

Mara didn't answer any of his questions earlier. That was a bit rude of her. Sitting high on top of Wendigo's head, she felt a renewed energy. She felt slightly giddy and a felt a need to answer Wendigo about her Butterflies and her not being harmed. Maybe it would be a good idea for the group to know too?

"My," she started softly, her eyes set on Wendigo's antlers. She tried again, slightly louder, but sounding less confident than she would like. She rubbed an antler with her thumb for comfort. "My power is to absorb and re-materialize physical weapons that-that can touch me... I-I can act as a shield... for people. It won't hurt me. Um..." she hesitated. "I already absorbed.. Tangle's laser... so, I can.. shoot minions, too." That was bad.

Jericho stayed quiet for a moment longer before adding his voice in, a quick swirl of ink changing it from the probable human pitch and tone, to a deep, bass rumble that vibrated through the massive chest of his form. He was postured like a gorilla, though the third arm that came to a rest against his side made his silhouette lopsided and asymmetrical. “She did, actually. Saw it with my own eyes when I first picked her up... Hm.”

Wendigo shifted his weight some, speaking up almost immediately after he finished his first statement. “I can’t really guarantee much aid, but if we need to move large rubble, or if y’all just need some heavy muscle, I’m good for it.” He nodded towards “fray-shoots” as “Hush” called the soldier-dressed cape. “I can also move faster than you and Mister-Mask, while carrying you both, so I can work as a mount... But I think I’m useless otherwise if I’m very honest.”

Mara patted Wendigo lightly on the head twice.

"I'll protect you. Just use me as your shield."

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The woman thanked Devon for the warning and made an attempt at pronouncing his cape name, he never minded it too much if they screwed up his name and it wasn't even that bad. She introduced herself as Hush while he took a moment to look around the others gathered there. An odd assortment of people to say the least, but that wasn't uncommon for any grouping of capes to turn into.

Hush then formulated her plan for a search and rescue operation. She seemed to have a good head on her shoulders, Protection for those doing the rescuing, an extraction point to bring the evacuees to and even a gtfo option just in case they attracted Tangles attention or he wandered into their direction. They'd be able to operate much closer to Tangles zones of control than most other rescue crews would dare or even be able to.

The masked man was the first to give his opinion of the plan, fully understanding the nature of this battle as one of attrition. He then suggested to make contact with more capes to get more rescue teams and some recon/communications going. It sounded like a valid idea, but unless they were lucky enough to find more capes capable of providing the same gtfo capabilities any of the other teams would be in significantly more danger and he wasn't too fond of that idea. Having a contingency plan to evacuate the rescues and the triage people to a safer location when things get too hot there however was a near necessity and he doubted the fact that whomever was there would have the capabilities to get all the injured out of there and to a safer location on moments notice.

"Until we find more capes capable of warping a group of people out of Tangle's path I think we should put the idea of splitting up into multiple groups on ice, or they should should stay much further from the damn thing. I wouldn't feel comfortable asking people to take that big of a risk, greater good or not. But I agree we should try to recruit any other capes we come across." He said while keeping an ear and an eye on the interactions eldritch cape and the little girl had.

Moments later both of them pitch in on the conversation, the little girl explaining her curious powers and her willingness to act as a shield for the others. While he would have easily accepted such a statement from someone who looked like they could take an artillery barrage and ask for seconds with a smile, hearing those words shyly come from the mouth of a little girl it just felt so very wrong.

Then the eldritch ink artisan pitched in humbly mentioning that he'd be good for heavy muscle or as a mount and not that much more. It seemed he thought too lightly of his own capabilities in this situation, honestly if he helped evacuating injured people before carrying them out of harms way presumably then he'd already be more useful than half of the HLA capes stationed at Capetown. Devon turned to Wendigo. "HLA gave me special piercing ammo designed to have the most armor piercing capability in a single bullet imaginable, all I could do with it was put a teeny tiny hole in Tangle's outer layers of armor. Doubt he even realized they were there before it regenerated. If you've helped injured people evacuate, you've already been much more useful than I can hope to be. I'm just a human sized battle tank that can fire a couple special effects, if I ever move into the metal decaying zone of tangle for more than a few seconds any and all worth of me as a cape just vanishes into thin air."

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The sensation of crawling panic wasn't fading...

Jericho stared around at the assembled group for a little longer, nodding politely at Freischutz for his... Reassuring sort of words. His attention shifted to Hush- (though he didn't know that was their names) and his crocodile-rumble-voice leaped into the air once more. "My name is Wendigo... Though most of you know that. I have a secondary name of Ghoul. You can also call me Jericho. I'll answer to all of them," And up came the arm with the bracelet-band, "I think we can ping and communicate using these... Dunno if they have a like, range on them... Hm."

The arm was lowered, and Jericho stood minutely taller, stretching his third arm outward and upward as the massive paw-mit of the appendage swirled with ink and then shot off into the air. It took the form of a finch, though the feathers were a brilliantly colored blue and white-gray. It rose, and rose, and rose up into the air, flapping its wings with an otherwise unnecessary fervency. A cord, maybe as thick as an expo marker, stretched from where the orifice for digestive waste would have normally been for a bird, down to Jericho's still upheld arm. From it, he regained his bird's eye view of the battlefield, just in time to witness Tangle retaliate towards... Someone?

The monstrous plant shifted its body, turned away from Legend- poor bastard wasn't even denting it -And instead focusing on a relatively familiar building. A laser blasted away at the rooftop of the parking garage, blinding the finch for a moment before the retinas were repaired from below. A rolling pulse of ink ran through the cord and into the flying bird, Jericho grunting unhappily as he 'wasted' what negligible mass was needed to repair the eyes of the finch. Another pulse of ink was sent not even moments later as another laser bisected the building. The eyes came back into focus once again, with Jericho muttering "Like a shitty fuckin' camera..." on the ground below. The parking garage was all of a sudden shiny, bright metallic gray, and tilted at an incredibly incorrect angle. Tangle's tail was in the air, and before Jericho's (really the finch's eyes) a small dome of metal formed and then was impacted with violent force. He watched as the tail came away, left a scarlet... smear... and the words: "Chrysopoeia down." echoed tonelessly from the bracelet around his other arm.

The panic coils in the heart...

His voice, quick and panicked, rumbled out to the others whilst a secondary mouth forms half way up his forearm, two conversations carrying at once. The first rapidly telling the others that "Tangle just blasted a building with his lasers... We should move behind him. We're about... Two, two-and-a-half streets away from him." While the second whispered hurriedly into the open air. "Open a line to Sähkö!" before pausing and waiting, hurriedly speaking as the band notified him that the 'Connection Established.' "Hey. Are you okay? Chrys- Your- Your friend's name just came off the bracelet," He waited a heartbeat... "Grunt if you're not okay?"

A tiny, nearly inaudible grunt echoed from the bracelet in response.

"Grunt if you're trapped in that dome...?" A short moment paused, and Jericho's heart squeezed with worry and fear before- "Help. Trapped. Hurry? Probably not a lot of air." -leapt forth from the bracelet. "I'll... I- uh- I'll see what I can do! Hold on." His head rose some, the finch continuing to flit and flutter about high above them giving him the view of the battle he needed. And then, his body shifted forward, haltingly moving past the group- Even with the girl on his head- before pausing and turning back towards them. "Well... We- We gotta- Fuck- We have to go help other people too. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Hush you can- You can make portals right? Fuck me. Um." He paused, twitching as the sound of rustling ... Matter, made its way into his eardrums. A quiet gasp of 'God... Fuck you.' left Jericho's lips, before he reached out and began moving as an almost spider shaped plant-mass crawled up and over the rooftop of a nearby building. He tilted his head up towards the creature, before jolting and pausing as a silent beam of light seared through the middle of the creation.

A bright, cobalt blue butterfly fluttered by his face as the girl holding onto his antlers stared the charred 'corpse' down. The mass fell, and one of Jericho’s arms reached out and laid flat on a limb of the plant-monster, ink spreading out over the entirety of it before ‘melting’ and seeping down through the matter. A soft sigh echoed from the changer, as over a period of at most, maybe thirteen seconds, the plant limb was absorbed up into his body as extra, usable mass. “Okay… Okay. Let’s go save some people, and after I’ve gotten some away, Hush, I’ll need you to teleport me to Jas- Sähkö. Please…

He didn’t wait for an answer, pausing and thinking for a moment before he lifted the arm with the band and murmured into it. “Um… Ping nearby incapacitated capes, please?” He shifted forms as he waited, listening as the band went silent for a moment before listing off several names of capes within (what Jericho didn’t know) a good 90 foot radius around him. His hind legs changed as it kept listing names, and even as the sound of a quiet, chiming ‘viung vieng’ made itself audible from down the alleyway they were gathered in.

They now had a direction, and as Jericho began moving towards the sound, he felt-

Stress. Boiling under the surface. Useless futile fear.

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Ten to fifteen minutes had past by. The sound of broken glass, cracking concrete and and groaning metal filled Alex's ears constantly. Only periodically being being cut through by shouts and screams. of civilians or capes? He honestly couldn't tell anymore. The city seemed to be half in ruins now from the "reclaimer's" rampage. Now and again a stray plant minion would try and leap at him as he flew past. said plants were always met with a sudden wall of telekinetic force to whatever could be considered a face. He could barely recognize some of the streets as he flew past. He was nearly a block away from Dean's workplace now. The fact that it had taken so long was infuriating. Took long enough. God I hope he was able to keep his head down. The only shred of good news he had been getting was the stream of texts from Dean showing that he was ok.

Help is on the way just hang in there please! >

< Jesus dude are you ok? The city sounds like it's a out to fall apart!

I'm fine, just try to hold out, I'll explain later trust me >

< In all of this??! Dude you'll get yourself killed!

I said trust me. I'll be ok. >

< Bro are you saying what I think you are????

No time. Block away. See you soon. >


The building was looking worse for ware but somehow in one piece for the time being. the thought of relief never crossed Alex's mind as he looked down and saw what had to be close to at least a dozen of Tangle's creeps scouring the place. Pulling apart brick and stone and breaking down anything that seemed man made to make way for the coming growth brought on by the abhorrent that spawned them. He Scowled. Why and how were there even so many in this spot? Didn't really matter now, he had other priorities in mind. "Time to do some gardening, then grab Dean and get him out of here. sounds easy enough" He released the barrier disc he had been riding on and dropped straight down onto the street with a load crack of the asphalt, gaining the attention of the shambling creatures. What had looked like a dozen quickly became more daunting as he soon realized that each one was considerably larger then himself. Gulping hard and cracking his neck, he waved tauntingly. Well? come and get me!

As if on cue, the minions scrambled together and surged towards the lone teen. Alex quickly flexed his powers and formed a thick dome around himself. With his defenses raised, he threw his arms out towards the minions charging him and sent walls of flying psychic energy to slam into them. While some were able to evade the walls easier then Alex though, he was able to snag a few. Any that happened to slam into one of his walls were quickly bubbled and flicked into the air a couple of stories and held in place as they flailed. He would release them before any actually broke his barriers.
With things more in his favor and a lot more wiggle room to work with, Alex made one of his solid bubbles in his hand and considered it for a moment. Blunt force against plants is probably not going to get me anywhere quickly, so maybe... He focused on the bubble and mentally flattened it out into a more convex shape, making the edges into as fine a wedge as possible before giving it a nice spin. Hope this works, or its back to chucking. He launched the spinning disc that had gotten to close to his liking. Alex's hopes were answered as the disc bit into plant fiber and shredded further into it. "Ok, now this is going to be fun. A wide grin spread across his face as he made a few more of these sharp discs and eyed the other minions. The dome and bubbles all popped before Alex rushed in.


The last minion not sliced to shreds tried one last time to do any sort of damage to Alex before getting cut vertically in half, both halves being flung apart afterwards. Glad that's over with. A quick scan of the area confirmed the lack of any other mobile or moving plants. Might need to be careful with this one in the future. he made a small sharp disc in his palm before dispelling it. He looked back to the building and ran over to its side. The front didn't look too bad sure, but from the side it was made apparent that a good portion of the building had collapsed. as panic set in, Alex rushed over and began chucking pieces of rubble away.

DEAN! WHERE ARE YOU?!

The sound of shifting and scuffling could be heard not too far away. "Alex? That you?" A hushed voice called out. Yep, that was him. Alive and hopefully well. Jogging over to where the voice came from, sure enough, Alex found his best friend crawling out of the rubble. most likely having had tried his best to hide and wait for help.
Alex pulled off his helmet and got a better look at him. Dean's left arm was not in the best of conditions at all, and he looked to be limping. Dean looked at Alex with a form of awe on his face. "Fucking hell man, why didn't you say you were a cape? I mean i know why you didn't say anything I'm not stupid but come on bro you could have at least said something did I mention myarmreallyfuckinghurtsrightnowOUCHFUCK!! Alex Rushed over and gave his friend some support. Realizing that Dean's arm was broken in more then one place. "I was gonna tell you eventually man, now suck it up for a little bit longer. I'm gonna get you out of here. Dean gritted his teeth and nodded.
Alex looked down at his wristband and decided now was as good a time as ever to try calling for someone. He lifted the arm with the band and spoke clearly into it. "This is Aegis trying to get Quickfoot, I got a wounded civilian that needs to get to safety and have medial treatment done right away! There was a pause before the band sprung to life. "Copy that Aegis, i'm pinging you now and am on my way, good to hear your still breathing out there. Alex smiled a bit, having worked with Quickfoot in the same neighborhood harassing splatterblood's crew, he knew he could trust the speedster.
A few minutes passed, Dean asking questions about Alex's powers and life as a cape as a distraction from the pain before the sound of rushing air heralded the arrival of Quickfoot. Alex didn't miss a beat and scooped up his friend and handed him over. "keep him safe, I . . . I gotta get back out there. Don"t worry. I'm not planing on dying." He slipped his battered helmet back on and nodded to Quickfoot and gave Dean a thumbs up. "Ill be holding you too that man. No way i could tell your gramp's you went and got done in by some stupid overgrown plant."
Alex snorted and turned around, waving behind himself. He knew he would have a lot of explaining to do once Dean was a lot more lucid and you know, not in severe shock and pain.
A new barrier platform formed under his feet and sent him off towards the sounds of the Tangle fight, hoping he wouldn’t be too late to lend a hand to any stragglers trying to get away from the fight. If he couldn’t help fight at least he could do some extraction.

It felt like it took less time to get back to the front then it had trying to save Dean. He caught glimpses of Tangle as he made it into the main "danger zone" It was worse then he had imagined. Ruts, plants and rubble everywhere. If he looked to hard he could make out the corpses. He shook his head sadly and moved on, trying to stay away from the open and keep himself from drawing any sort of attention from the Tangle fight. Lifting his band, he called out to anyone still around. "This is Aegis calling out. Anyone need a hand out there?

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Character Portrait: Jasmin Lehtinen (Sähkö) Character Portrait: Jericho Amile (Wendigo/Ghoul) Character Portrait: Alexander Dalton Character Portrait: Terry 'Tess' Farina (Hush) Character Portrait: Mara Haruka Black Character Portrait: Devon Metzger(freischütz) Character Portrait: Maxwell Landon (The Shape)
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Devon looked on as Wendigo introduced himself and quickly thereafter made great use of his powers to create a reconnaissance bird high in the sky. It seemed he localised Tangle pretty quickly with it, but from his reaction after another name was called out by the bracelet it seemed he had seen something quite distressing. Perhaps related to the massive impact he had heard just a moment earlier. He held a separate conversation with the bracelet as he informed the rest of the group of Tangles position, 2.5 streets away. Given the shape of the city blocks around this part, ignoring the alleyways, that meant Tangle was about 500-600 feet out plenty of room for them to maneuver in.

Devon hadn’t quite followed the secondary conversation, but he clearly heard a voice saying ”Help. Trapped. Hurry? Probably not a lot of air.” coming from the bracelet. It seemed someone Wendigo knew was trapped in some sort of sticky situation. For a moment he looked at the panicked demeanor of the eldritch horror trying to figure out what to do while Devon decided on a game plan. It seemed he had his priorities lopsided quite a bit, deciding to help those nearby before the ones in a critical situation, oxygen deprivation can kill quite quickly.

Devon walked up to Wendigo, attempting to block his path. “Change of plans, we’re going to have to split up.” He said aimed at the group as a whole, he paused for a second before addressing Wendigo directly. “You said you could carry me as a mount, how about you make some room for me and we go save your friend.” He then looked at the girl nestled behind the antlers. The girl stared back but said nothing. ”I really don’t like the idea of it, but if we are going to go somewhere out where Tangle can reach we might need to rely on that power of yours. Would you mind helping us out?”

The situation rapidly went through a few transitions, the battlefield and priorities quickly adapting as it all unfolded. Hush had formulated a general blanket plan to help out endangered capes, but as soon as an actual emergency came up, that seemed to go out the window. At first, she’d been planning on using the intel about Tangle to inform their next movements, maybe even make use of the vision provided by Wendigo’s… Um… ‘Pet’ to locate the injured. What she hadn’t expected was the personal distress on behalf of the large ink creature, and the fact that the source seemed to be at the top of a large building. Capes that survived that laser blast? Something about a dome? Immediately, the giant thing seemed to be panicking, and that wasn’t going to do any of them any good. With how he was acting, even if she hadn’t intended to make a move to assist those individuals, she doubted he would’ve listened to her.

Thankfully, she didn’t have to make any such call, Freischütz stepping in to take the leadership position and direct them. It was hard to imagine they were all still in a lot of danger themselves, and although she’d initially been concerned about taking the smaller child with them, the fact that she had managed to fry one of those plant monsters that had approached with such ease revealed that she certainly wasn’t helpless. Grimacing inside her mask as she watched Wendigo do his thing and devour the monster that’d interrupted their huddle, Hush decided there’d been enough talk for the moment. If they were splitting up, now was the time to get to it.

“So, two teams for now. You three will move to help out Sah-heh-kuh, while we’ll see about finding other incapacitated in the area. I can only make portals one way, so you’ll need to call me or find your own way to rendezvous with us once you’ve saved them.” Hush elaborated some more on her abilities, taking a moment to shut her eyes as she summoned up her blade. Given the height of Jericho, she needed to make the portal a bit larger than normal, so she had to lengthen the sword to accommodate - Not something she was used to doing, but easy enough. Fixing her sight on the edge of the roof, Hush made one clean vertical slash, and the shimmering portal opened, the exit faintly visible from where they were and leading straight onto the roof. Standing just to the side of it, Hush nodded for them to move when they were ready.

”If you need anything, call and we’ll do what we can.” Hush lifted her arm that held the band, examining it. Hopefully using it was as easy as Wendigo made it out to be. ”Open channel to the nearest four capes. Track position and vitals.” The device was silent a moment, then made a faint ding sound. Hopefully that meant it was working, and she’d connected their group of five for now.

Maxwell had quietly listened as everything unfolded, but a small grin started under his mask as the ‘new’ plan was adopted. Loud clicking sounds were heard as Maxwell pulled back the slides of his now cocked pistols. ”Looks like I’ll be your cover fire. Are loud noises a problem for a cape with a name like yours?” He asked jokingly. The devices on their wrists were alerted as someone’s voice came through, sounded like a young guy, going by ‘Aegis’. The Shape looked back to Hush for a second to see what her thoughts were, then held the device up to his mask.

”Aegis is it? We could use a hand or two I think. We’re in a kind of side street right now, little ways off from Tangle. Whereabouts are you now?”

Listening in as her temporary partner followed through on his earlier plan to recruit more capes, Tess politely waited for him to finish addressing Aegis before voicing herself. “Perhaps we can use these bracelets to move towards one another.” She briefly commented, before deciding to address the man about his earlier query. “Sound isn’t an issue, but if we’re going to work together, it would help if I knew what to call you.”

Maxwell chuckled slightly, realizing he hadn’t properly addressed himself to Hush, or the others. ”Ahh… Interesting point. Well, let’s keep it simple, stick with something a few others have called me. The Shape. Or just Shape if you prefer. That may roll off the tongue more easily.” There was a small smile on his face as he thought the matter over. ”Terribly vague I know. But I suppose that’s not rare for capes.” Everything he spoke was in a soft, disarming tone, very much in contrast to their situation.

It didn’t take long for Alex to respond to Whoever it was responded. He was just glad there were still people around. ” I shouldn’t be too far away now, give it take a few blocks. If you are able to head down a few blocks to the west of Tangle’s location by the large bank I’ll be able to touch down there.” He made sure his suit and helmet were still secure and sped off. He would get there in a few minutes long as he was careful about not getting spotted by Tangle or any minions.

Listening to Aegis’s response, Hush nodded, looking to Shape. “Alright, let’s make our way west and help whoever we find along the way.” As Wendigo and his entourage made his way through her portal, Hush shut her eyes, clearing her mind and letting the portal dissipate. It was time to move.

”I’ll- Yeah I- We’ll- Yeah. Yeah.” Rumbled the looming form of Jericho, his head dipping down as he nodded gratefully at Hush. His attention returned to Freischutz, his form shifting as he heaved a curious sigh. The spine of his form lengthened, rapidly rising from the gorilla slope-backed posture, to a more horizontal horse-like length and shape. The hips rose to the same height as the shoulders, as the legs became as equally thick as the forearms, with hooves instead of claws. A series of erect spines arose on the haunches, looking similar to hand-holds made of tautly pulled skin over smooth, hook shaped bones. Though the hooks were blunted at the tips, one might have otherwise thought them menacing. “Um… Just, climb on up. I’ll make a… Handle-horn-thing for you to hold on to…?

Devon took a moment both to admire the abstract artwork in front of him and to figure out where he could sit in the least inconvenient manner for both rider and… Mount? He decided the best place would somewhere in the middle, not too far back to throw either off balance nor close enough to the head to be in striking range of the antlers, should he decide to unexpectedly turn his head. He turned to the remaining two of the group as they were about to rendezvous with their now third member. ”We’ll keep an eye out for Tangle’s position and call you through the bracelet should he move your way. Stay safe out there.”

After Devon’s speech, Wendigo waited for a while longer, staying somewhat eerily silent as he watched the rest of the conversations before he turned and moved onward. His head ducked down once more, bringing Mara and his crown of antlers towards the midway of the portal. He felt… Odd, some deep part in the back of his mind, crawled and squirmed uncomfortably. He played it off however, blinking repeatedly and slowly turning his head to and fro before narrowing his eyes on the- dented quite badly- dome of some shiny metal. His hooves clicked oddly on the surface of the building below, and as Jericho turned his attention downward, he noticed that the rooftop was metal. From edge to edge, it was pure metal.

Once again, another mouth opened upon his forelimb, and his voice whispered into the band. “Hey. Sahko. We’re here outside your uh… Dome. Where are y’all…?

There was a pause, before they received a hushed, quickly spoken response that could essentially be paraphrased into: ‘Pressed against the metal, two under me, be careful.

Alex quickly learned that the bank was not going to work. Why? Well the fact that it was overgrown and nearly swarming with those walking weeds kind of made it impossible in terms of a secure locations. ”Ooookay then, plan B, meet the other capes half way.” Alex stopped his platform and lifted the bracelet, getting back to the capes he contacted before. “So don’t go too close to the bank. Place is turning into the garden party from hell. I’m just gonna come your way. If you see a guy on a blue floating disk that would be me.” Alex then sped back off and flew a little higher for a better vantage point to try and spot the supposed group of capes.

The sight of a woman standing by a portal some creature had just gone through was hard to miss. though the sounds of the Tangle fight felt a little too close for comfort. Alex made his way down towards her, making sure to fly down in front of them so he wouldn’t startle anybody. His boots hit the ground with a loud thud. ” Sup, Aegis. What’s the plan?” He was hoping someone here had a better grasp of what to do then he did.

Maxwell gave a slight nod to Aegis, the newcomer. ”Pleased to meet you in person. I’m The Shape, and this is Hush.” He said as he pointed to himself and the girl. ”And the plan at this point is to save as many lives as we can. Move street by street finding any incapacitated capes or civilians, and I suppose teleport them to a safer location?” The Shape looked over to Hush to direct his question.

“Essentially. One of my friends should be helping to set up a temporary medical centre for the injured. If we can collect a group and protect them, I should be able to help move us large distances and get them out of this battlefield.” Hush explained, looking over to Aegis. “Do you have any abilities to help with rescue? Shape will be providing me cover as I move about.” Beginning the process of heading down the street to the nearest signal, noting the large amount of rubble and the odd smattering of Tangle’s minions roaming about. Likely there were a few survivors buried under the rubble… Maybe she could cut some smaller pieces of the concrete away for them to move?

Alex nodded as Hush and the Shape gave him the rundown. Securing and rescuing sounded like the ideal plan, who knows how many people were stuck this close to the abhorrent still. When asked if he had any abilities that could help he held up his gloved hands and produced an aqua barrier bubble between them. ” I’m pretty sure it’s a form of telekinesis, but I make and shape barriers. Don’t know the limit on my range but as long as I can see something I can interact with it. Also just learned I can cut with these things a little bit ago.” He then proceeded to pick up a fairly large chunk of rubble nearby and shattered it against his body with a grunt. ” I’m also kind of durable, so I won’t need much cover. I can focus on bubbling people and keeping them out of danger, moving aside cars and debris. Long as I can see you or know where you are I can add extra cover.” Alex wrung his hands a tad nervously. Looking between Hush, the Shape, and then back at himself. He felt a bit inadequate with his very homemade suit. It really wasn’t the time to worry about presentation but he felt a bit out of place for a moment.

Maxwell made some space between himself, Hush and Aegis, and the nearby signals that indicated where the survivors were. Now Tangle’s minions were the only things in his way. ”Alright, I’ll leave you two to do what you do best. I’ll play host for our unwanted guests for now.” The Shape raised his hands in the direction of the minions, a pistol in each, but he didn’t pull the triggers. Instead, he simply stood there, quite still, as some of the minions began to move closer. Before too long though, several of the creatures began to spasm frantically, flailing about for a moment as other minions began to take notice of their comrades’ odd behaviour. The ones not spasming started to move closer to inspect the situation, but as soon as they neared them, the spasming minions began to attack those that were not. A vicious battle broke out between Tangle’s minions, with chunks of plant matter getting thrown around the area in a gory massacre. The Shape lowered his arms, but still held his pistols at the ready as he watched the fight unfold. ”Let me know when you’re both ready to move. I have this under control for now.”

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Character Portrait: Jasmin Lehtinen (Sähkö) Character Portrait: Jericho Amile (Wendigo/Ghoul) Character Portrait: Mara Haruka Black Character Portrait: Devon Metzger(freischütz) Character Portrait: Vic Martel (Nobody)
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Nobody was in the mouth of the beast. She had scrolled through forums before discussing the many theories on what this beast truly was and where it came from, and from a quick scan through her memories of them, she figured she was currently inside one of the following three: a government conspiracy, an alien, or a God.

Pretty metal.

If she had a heart to speak of right now, it would be going as fast as a jackhammer. It was dark, but she could sense the walls, where they ended. From what she could tell, the thing didn't have lungs. Just a shit ton of radioactivity and no way out. And while it wasn't hurting her now, she knew that the heat in here wouldn't be healthy for her other form. Now, it was harder to feel fear without the adrenaline in your brain, your veins. The chemical reactions needed to make your skin prickle and body twitch. But some fears transcended biology.

Dark.

Trapped.

Enclosed.

Alone.

Alone.

I'm alone.

Down in Tangle's throat, she heard it. A deep gurgling, inhuman noise starting to build. A crack of light pierced the cavern, and Nobody burst out of the creature accompanied by an agonizing shriek. She didn't know how long she'd been down here. Could've been anywhere between twenty seconds to a minute or, like, an hour. She rushed up and all the noises that had been dulled by Tangle's thick hide were back, all the screams and shouting and sound effects torn from the pages of a comic book. Further, further - she was a reverse comet, reaching into the rapidly cooling atmosphere until she felt it affect her. Then she plummeted, spiraling to the ground in a frenzied motion.

Thwack.

Nobody returned to human form as her breeze skidded against ground, and she tumbled suit. She hit her hips and her shoulders against steel, struggling to regain footing, just managing to roll into a stand right before the edge of the rooftop. Everything human hit her at once. The adrenaline, the blunt she'd taken in before. The throbbing of her eardrums. Pain. She turned on shaking legs to stare up at the titan that had served as her prison for... probably nowhere near as long as it felt like, and shot her fists up over her head.

"WHOOOOOOO!!!"

She screamed. A victory cry turned growl as she doubled over. Her bracelet was back to rattling off names apathetically, and she was back to looking at the chaos through human eyes. Those bloodshot eyes blurred as her breaths came ragged and thin, and she looked to who she had tumbled right past to the other side of the roof. A big black... thing, some little white thing riding it, someone... yeah, that was a human, a dome, and a... red blur with... white shards scattered about it, rocks in a red sea.

“Vic— Er, Nobody! H-Hey!” Came the abrupt shout from the mass of black and pale grey flesh and fur, shoulders and mood lifting as the comforting sight of a ... more familiar face and voice appeared. He was surprised, a bit stupefied, at the fact that she was even here at all, but it helped.

A secondary form rippled out from the changer, a massive pulse of ink lurching out from one of the burly forelimbs of the current form he was taking. A humanoid shape splattered to the steel floor below, quickly becoming solid black, before simply solid and flesh colored. It rose, wriggled it’s limbs, before taking on a startlingly bare rendition of Jericho’s usual human shape. He was... modest in the way a Ken doll would have been, though tattoos of multiple different swirls and fractals and other shapes painted across the exposed skin in record time, leading to a cord of bone and meat that connected back to the monstrous wendigo form behind him.

“H-Hey! Um... Hey, Vi— Nobody, sorry, minds a fuckin’ mess- Um- Got people trapped in the dome, there, um-“

"Stop."

The adrenaline clouding Nobody's mind didn't betray how deadly still her body was. Even the wind around her dropped, the whistle of it coming over the rooftop ceased. Eyes tinged with red stared Jericho down. Slowly, she reached into her back pocket, and brought out a half crumpled cigarette. She held it out expectantly towards him, watching flint and a steel striker bubble to the surface of his flesh. Good, he scarred her chest and now he could help in scarring her lungs, too.

"Wendy," she said in a low voice after letting loose a thin stream of smoke from her mask's nostrils. "I don't like people who don't know how to use their mouths."

She didn't blink. Somehow, it was a little hard to breathe in this pocket where the breeze had halted.

"I don't like it when they don't know how to please me with it." She stepped towards him. "I don't like it, when they put things in it that don't belong..." Her voice was rising in anger now. She took another step towards the unfortunate abomination, this time, raising her cigarette butt uncomfortably close to his eyes. "And I don't like it when they don't know when to stop running it!"

Her chest shuddered with rage as she glared him down. She turned from him, strolling back to the edge of the building. "Look, I've already been eaten once today. So I'm getting out of here, because the second most likely candidate to eat me again is you. Get back to being a hero, and I hope you're better with kids than you are with identities, asshole."

She took one last long drag from the cigarette and jumped, eager to discard this human heart again. The moment she was gone, the breeze returned.

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Character Portrait: Jasmin Lehtinen (Sähkö) Character Portrait: Jericho Amile (Wendigo/Ghoul) Character Portrait: Mara Haruka Black Character Portrait: Devon Metzger(freischütz) Character Portrait: Vic Martel (Nobody)
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While Devon was in the process of dismounting Jericho another cape came tumbling by, apparently an acquaintance of Jericho. He hadn't bothered listening in on the conversation, picking up just a piece here and there not enough to form anything coherent, but the lady seemed to be quite distressed. Though with an abhorrent and it's minions running amok that likely would be the default disposition, though this seemed to be something more personal given the tone.

While this conversation was happening in the background Devon had walked to the dome and done a quick run around making significant effort to ignore the human tomato exhibition. It was an odd site to be sure, aside from a sizable dent and signs of it being pushed into the surface below it was a completely smooth metal dome on a slanted metal lifesize statue of a parking garage. He brought the bracelet to his face and spoke into it. "Display cape biosign within 60 feet on visor, lock to closest three signals. Connect communications with cape Sähkö through helmet radio." Moments later a brightly colored blob appeared on his visor, the mess of canned human trapped under the dome.

He walked a few steps away from the dome while grabbing the rifle from his back. "I will be creating a few air holes in the dome, avoid moving as much as possible or you might be grazed by one of my bullets." He spoke through the radio while laying down on the metal surface. He had no idea how thick the dome was, but by the shape of the blob they were pretty much pressed against the dome in most places, he'd have to fire within a hair's breadth from the signature. The sniper rifle still had the abhorrent piercing ammo loaded so no matter the kind of metal as long as it wasn't tinker made he would be able to pierce it. He placed his shot, squeezed the trigger and without delay the bullet started carving a path through the dome. He aimed for another few places hoping the extra holes would increase the airflow inside the dome. When the magazine ran dry of the special ammo he got up and slung the weapon onto his back once more.

Given the degree of difficulty the bullets had with carving their way through the material trying to carve a man sized hole through the dome would be a very difficult task, fortunately with the way it was pressed into the surface below it seemed whatever material it was the parking garage was of a softer kind. Devon looked around for a stairwell and once he had found it he made a dash for it as he yelled to Jericho and Sähkö at the same time. "Jericho I'm relying on you to keep an eye on tangle and his minions, I'll be one floor below here. I should be able to carve out a hole from below the dome."

Once in place on the floor below he grabbed his revolver. While it would be faster to use the assault rifle the bullets simply wouldn't home in a tight enough curve for the job. With pinpoint precision he began carving a crater into the roof with a slightly smaller radius than the dome. Once again he had to leave just enough distance between the blob he saw on screen and the path of the bullets, too little and the material would curl up or the bullet would even break through, almost certainly wounding whomever were below. Too much and the material would retain enough strength to keep the three trapped under the dome.