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Caclia (Melody Archer)

"Let's watch the world burn."

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a character in “Superhero Squad”, as played by SlightlyInsane

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~ ”They said the fire in me was a flaw. Yet here I am." ~
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|Given Name|
Caclia | The name she identifies with

|Earth Name|
Melody Archer | The name she tells others

|Gender|
Female

|Age|
200 in Ildi years | 25 in Earth years.

|Sexuality|
Heterosexual

|Race|
Ildi


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|Powers|

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Caclia has the ability to control fire, though she specializes in dark fire manipulation. Dark fire varies from normal fire in that it is highly destructive and very difficult to put out. It cannot be put out by dousing it with water nor cutting off the oxygen supply. One of the only ways to stop dark fire is to use white fire against it. White fire is the exact opposite of dark fire because it is pure in nature whereas dark fire is naturally destructive. Caclia cannot, nor will she ever be able to, control white fire. Some Ildi are able to, but she is not one of them as she has chosen the path of dark fire. Dark fire burns at a temperature equal to the maximum temperature of a propane torch-- about 3,000 degrees Celcius. While dark fire consumes things quicker than normal fire, the time it takes to go out depends on the amount of energy put into it.

Caclia's form of dark fire is manifested in the form of a dark purple flame. She is able to create both dark and regular fire on her own, generating them from her hands. She can only control one form of fire at a time, meaning she cannot control regular and dark fire at once. If she tried to, she would over exert herself quickly. If there is pre-existing fire she can control it, but only if she is not controlling dark fire at the same time. She is unable to transform regular fire into dark fire. Caclia is immune to being burnt by regular fire. She can be burnt by dark fire, but only if she were to be completely engulfed in it. There's little chance that she would accidentally burn herself because she has built up a strong tolerance for it. White fire will definitely burn her.

She has three main methods for attacking. The first is the use of dark fire projectiles. If she is only controlling one fire projectile, she is able to control it with extreme precision. As the number of projectiles increases, the less control over their movements she has. This method of attacking is her preferred because she can stay at a distance while still doing some damage. The second method is the use of a dark fire wave. A dark fire wave goes in whatever direction she sends it. After she sends it out she has no control over it. It could spread out or shrink-- it's unpredictable. Depending on the size, the use of the dark fire wave will tax her energy greatly. If she is angry, she will not immediately feel the effects of the wave. Her anger will also create a larger, but more unpredictable wave. The third method is her least preferred because it usually means her enemy is close to her. She is able to create blade weapons out of dark fire. However, given that they are melee weapons she has to be close to an enemy to do any harm.

Her main methods of defense are to create a shield of dark fire, which should burn anything that is hurled at her, or to shoot down something being shot at her with a projectile. If that fails she will try to retreat to somewhere farther from the enemy so that she can use projectiles against them.


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Caclia stands at 5'6" and weighs 127 lbs. She has a thin frame. Her skin is pale and her eyes are green. They can appear to be blue depending on the lighting. Her hair is a dark black. She likes to keep her bangs nicely combed and to have her hair tied up. This way, her hair won't bother her or obscure her view should she have to fight. On the rare chance that she has her hair down, it falls just past her shoulders.

On her right forearm is a sort of tattoo. When she was exiled from Ild, the government marked her to identify her in case she tried to return. She was burnt with white fire, which left a lasting scar on her skin with a tattoo appearance. The tattoo looks like this, with the flame directed upwards on her arm (towards her upper arm). Due to the tattoo's placement and the nature that it was put on, she cannot remove it. She wouldn't want to remove part of her arm because her hands are her main way to control fire. She also can't remove it from the skin because it is permanently burned there.


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Most of Caclia's emotions and attitudes stem from her time on Ild. While she loved her family and friends dearly, she now resents them and the Ildi as a whole for exiling her. This anger is what fuels her to try and destroy everything she can. The more she destroys, the more powerful she feels. Seeing that she is capable of such chaos also gives her more self confidence. She feels less like a flaw in the Ildi's eyes and more like someone they would have been lucky to have. But the overwhelming fear that she is nothing more than a defective Ildi haunts her. If she truly is defective, then what use is she to anyone?

Caclia is not a very sociable person. She doesn't like or trust people-- why should she? She was kicked off of her home planet, abandoned by everyone she ever knew and trusted. While she feels a connection between herself and the rest of the super villains, she feels distant from others. She has a fear of rejection which leads her to shy away from social interaction. She is more of an observer. While she doesn't like people she is curious about human culture.


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|The Ildi|

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Caclia was born on the planet Ild. The Ildi are a race of alien which is human by all appearances, but has the ability to control fire. This ability includes being able to generate fire and being immune to being burnt by it. Every one of the Ildi is able to control normal fire from infantry. However infants can barely, if ever, generate any flames. Thus, they are not typically a danger to anyone. After five Ildi years of infantry (one Earth year is equal to eight Ildi years), an Ildi grows to their adult size in a matter of a few Earth hours. Their bodies do not remain in a prolonged transition between infantry and adult size like Earth children's bodies do. Young Ildis are educated for an average of 15 Earth years. Those who excel at fire control usually take classes from 10-12 years while those who are slower can take upwards of 20 years.

While using and practicing controlling fire is encouraged, the Ildi government does try to manage fire use. After all, fire is destructive. If there is not an immediate need for one to use their ability, then they are advised not to use it. The government has ways of knowing after all. Excessive use of fire for unconstructive purposes or personal gain can result in a hefty fine or imprisonment. The Ildi government also prohibits the use of dark fire due to it's extremely destructive and relatively unpredictable nature. Using dark fire can result in being imprisoned, exiled, or killed. In extreme cases, an offender's offspring may be killed due to the possibility of them having the gene to control dark fire. Needless to say, the use of dark fire is the highest crime on Ild and will always be punished.

In only one case has a dark fire user been allowed to remain free. It is believed that he was coerced into helping the Ildi government. However no civilian has proof that such a person ever existed or exists. This Ildi is a myth to many and a legend to others.

The ability to use dark fire, while sometimes genetic, is generally random. Those who can use dark fire are few and far between. They are regarded by the Ildi race as defects. They control something dark and destructive, thus they must be flaws in the Ildi gene pool. Almost all Ildi believe this, with the exceptions almost always being the ones who are consider defective. Should one be found to be a dark fire user, they will be rejected and abandoned by everyone they know. In many cases it is their own friends and family who turn them over to the government.

Opposite of dark fire users are white fire users. These Ildi are considered to be heroes of their race and regarded as superior. White fire users are seen to be pure of heart and innocent. They are given special treatment and almost always recruited into the government. There, they enjoy comfortable lives. On occasion they will be asked to deal with dark fire users such as Caclia. During such occasions they will either mark the dark fire user or they will be asked to execute them. A white fire user must mark any exiled Ildi because the white fire will forever scar a dark fire user. However, they can decline to execute a dark fire user in which case a regular Ildi will do it.


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|History|

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Caclia was the seventh child of nine born to Aedius and his wife Lasiria. As with all Ildi infants, Caclia was born with the ability to control normal fire. After growing to her adult size, she began to be educated on Ildi customs and the art of controlling fire. In school, the Ildi are taught to respect and use fire with care. It is not meant to be a tool of destruction unless needed to defend other Ildi.

Caclia was an above average student, completing her education after 12 Earth years. While by no means a prodigy, her talent and natural ease of controlling fire helped her excel at her studies. She was well liked by her peers and had a core group of friends. Her friends and her family meant a lot to her. Though there was some lack of attention due to her being one of nine, she never felt ill will towards her parents or siblings during her education years. They were her family after all and she loved them unconditionally, though she would soon find out that they would not love her the same way.

During her studies, Caclia found that she generally disagreed with the Ildi government. She learned about the rules and the proceedings the government took to ensure the Ildi were kept under control. Caclia didn't like this. They were a race who all had the ability to control fire. It seemed against her race's very nature to restrict their use of fire. Why shouldn't they be allowed to use it freely? Technically nobody could burn another person with their fire as all Ildi are immune to being burnt with regular fire. Structures and land could be brunt, but with so many others around, anyone could easily quell the flames in a matter of seconds. One would have to be secluded to be able to do any serious damage and even then there would not be much damage to property because they would be alone.

Caclia also did not like the idea of white fire users being praised by even the government. In theory, these so called "pure" Ildi could easily sway the government into whatever they wanted. While this wasn't likely due, it could happen. Then it would no longer be the elders and the prodigies who ruled, but someone who had been spoiled their whole life. So what if they could use a pure flame? That did not mean they deserved to be treated as anything more than herself or any other Ildi.

Towards the end of her studies, when the policies of the Ildi government were especially bugging her, Caclia attempted to create white fire. After all, she was a good student and what should stop her from being treated as a royal? If others could create and control white fire, why couldn't she? Then she could live a charmed life and try to change the government's ideas on fire use.

However, she found that creating white fire was not a piece of cake. She tried for days and days to create a single, small flame, but to no avail. Angry that she was unable to create white fire, she began to hurl fire projectiles at a rock. After she had let her anger out, she noticed that the rock was engulfed in a purple flame. Instead of creating white fire, she had created dark fire. She quickly extinguished it before anyone could see it. Though she knew the government's and her people's view on dark fire, she was ecstatic. Perhaps she should have been fearful, but instead she was amazed that she could create dark fire. She had been meant to be a dark fire user, not a white fire user. It was a dangerous and illegal path, but the idea of using it against the government thrilled her.

Caclia continued to practice manipulating dark fire while still maintaining her skill with normal fire. After her education was finished, she began to focus more and more on dark fire. She found it difficult to control at first, but with years of practice she was able to control it well. She could have a ball of dark fire perform a whole routine, bending it to her will. She learned how destructive the dark fire could be, burning small things much quicker than normal fire ever could. However she did not dare to expose herself as a dark fire manipulator. After all, she didn't want to be jailed, exiled, or killed.

After 24 Ildi years (or 3 Earth years) of practice and research, Caclia felt that she was ready to start sabotaging her government. She would do minor things at first such as burning down government run buildings and businesses. There was nothing that could tie these fires to her though, as it could be anyone in her town that was burning these down. Nonetheless the town went into a state of fervor to find the dark fire manipulator. Though Caclia was confident that she wouldn't be caught, she didn't want to be too careful. Under the guise of wanting to see other parts of Ild, she left her town to destroy buildings elsewhere.

For the next 40 Ildi years, or 5 Earth years, she would travel the planet with as much discretion as possible. She was highly cautious as she travelled, making sure to stay in one place for a good chunk of time. She didn't want to seem like too frequent a traveller. She also generally liked the places she visited. Some had places to burn, others did not. She kept it varied. She burned only one or two buildings in a town, but after 37 years she began to become more reckless. She liked destroying things, even if they weren't always government affiliated.

While in the capital city of Brann, she was able to enter a few government buildings and destroy official documents. Caclia was trying to infiltrate a building she believed to have documents on her when she was caught by spies of the Ildi government. They had followed her after becoming aware of her frequent travels and the tendency of dark fire to destroy buildings in the towns she visited. She had grown comfortable with her routine and that had cost her. They arrested and imprisoned her within the capital.

She was told that for her crimes against the Ildi government and its people, she would be banished from the planet. The only reason she was not executed was because she had not killed anyone. She was announced publicly and throughout the city as a dark fire manipulator, an impure and flawed Ildi. She was the prime example of what and who not to be. She was evil, one that all Ildi should hate. In a humiliating public display, she was burned by a white fire manipulator. The manipulator wore a white cloak, hiding their features. She stared into where she guessed their eyes were through the whole ordeal. She winced in pain and silent tears left her eyes. The pain of being burned with white fire was almost unbearable. Perhaps even worse was the knowledge that this mark, a dark flame, would be on her forever.

Caclia was granted one final visit with her closest friends and family before she was banished. However, only her parents came to see her. Actually, they did not see her. They would not even look at her. The parents who had created her, raised her for so many years, and loved her all her life now refused to look at even a hair on her head. She talked to them, asking them questions about her siblings. They did not answer her, only stared at the ground. Confused, she asked them why they would not look at her. She demanded that they look her, their daughter. They did not respond. Angry and desperate to hear her parent's voice she began to yell at them. She blamed them for her anger and her use of dark fire. Even this could not stir them to speak to her.

"Do you still love me?" she asked finally, falling to her knees in her cell. She looked up at her parents. To her surprise, her mother looked her in the eyes.

"No."

Her parents left. She sat alone, too shocked to cry. Her mother had just told her that her parents, and presumably her whole family, no longer loved her. She was about to be exiled from the only home she'd ever known and she still had the physical pain of being burned by white fire. But that physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional. She was devastated and dejected. How could her family simply not love her anymore? It couldn't be true, could it?

The next day, she was exiled. Loaded into a one person pod, she was sent away from Ild into the vast expanse of the universe. As she idled in space, she began to think of all that had happened to her. She realized that she now hated her family as much as she had once loved them. How dare they walk away from her, their own flesh and blood. How dare they refuse to look at her when she spoke. They were cowards, afraid to acknowledge what she had become. To them she was a black sheep, an evil and defective Ildi. She was nothing to them now, even though they had been everything to her. Her family was supposed to love her no matter what, yet they had completely disowned her.

Drifting in space with nothing to do but think quickly changed who she was. She was now angry and hellbent on proving to her planet that they'd made a mistake in not keeping her on Ild. She was too powerful for them, that's why they despised her. She would show them that she was indeed powerful, powerful enough to destroy anything or anyone that she wanted to. Yes, it would take time, but Ildi could live to be over 1000 years old (125 Earth years).

After a few Earth years in space, she decided to go the planet Earth. She had briefly researched other planets, but thought that Earth would suit her best. She has been on Earth for a little under a year. She learned to speak English fluently from being around humans and also from many hours of intense studying. She named herself Melody Archer in accordance with human name traditions. To the civilians she sometimes walks among, she is Melody.

Six months after her arrival on Earth, Caclia began to destroy buildings with her dark fire. Like when she was on Ild, she started small at first so as to avoid suspicion. However dark fire on Earth is pretty noticeable. She relocated a few times before setting foot in Violet City a month ago. Here, she destroyed a building or two which caught the attention of the media. Seeing the reports and thinking that he could use her as part of the Fifth Column, John recruited her.

She lives at the factory in an office. Her room has many human/Earth objects that she finds interesting. {1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9}



Special thanks to Nyx with helping me figure out how to define Caclia's powers!

So begins...

Caclia (Melody Archer)'s Story

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“Go.”

The single word, uttered into a communication device, set in motion an explosion of activity—quite literally. A small explosive device went off in the western part of the building, taking town a large chunk of the wall but not much else, and it was into the crevasse this created that Dominus gestured for Hellfire to precede him, ducking in after her and leaving several men behind to keep the exit route secure. At the same time, he knew, Riley and James would be entering through the front door, taking steps to usher out most of the bank’s occupants and hold the rest hostage, as a deterrent against aggressive police action.

Even with that considered, though, there was a definite time limit on what they could do. Since he had no interest in negotiating with the police or actually harming the hostages, they’d have to be quick about this. Turning sharply left down a hallway in the back of the bank, Dominus came face to face with a security guard, who looked surprised to see two strangers there.

Reacting quickly, he sent a short pulse of energy in the form of electricity into the man’s torso, acting much like a taser, and the security guard collapsed on the ground. “The vault is through here. Don’t bother with the panel, just get us through the door.” If anyone could manage a task like that, it would be Caclia, with her superheated flames. He knew she occasionally had issues with how well she could control them, but he was confident that with the ability to focus on what she was doing, she’d manage well, and in the meantime, he’d keep anyone from interrupting her work.

They made it to the vault door, which according to the specifications they’d studied, was roughly two feet thick and made of reinforced titanium. Calculations had estimated it would take Hellfire five minutes to get through, and from there, what they needed would be rather simple to access, so time was essential. They had planned in broad strokes, because it was impossible to account for all the potential factors that could come up in a situation like this. So it was best not to have any plan that might hinder their ability to adapt. Everyone knew what their roles were, and he had to trust them to execute those responsibilities according to the circumstances.

He could hear the distant sound of a siren—someone had managed to alert the authorities, and it seemed that time had started in earnest.

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"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, we are tonight's entertainment," James sang as he entered the front door, ignoring the screams as the building shook from the explosion that Dominus had caused in order to get to the real objective. He took a knife and made a few quick cuts on his arms. There was a time where he would flinch at the sudden pain from doing that, but now, it barely registered as an itch in his mind. He grinned and shot a few globs of blood in the air as though they were bullets. What was the point of being a villain if you didn't do it in style.

"Hey, 2008 called. It said to leave its movies alone," a man shouted at him. James laughed. He was glad someone got the reference, but he couldn't let that stand could he. He shot another blood bullet, but he made sure slow it so it didn't do any real damage. It hit the man on the forehead and he fell backward, unconscious.

"Well, that was fun... Now, for the hostages... Hmm, we'll let you go and you and you. Oh, we'll keep you and you," he stated, gesturing for the people he selected to leave while keeping a few random people as hostages as John instructed. He grinned over at Riley.

"Come on, Freak. This is fun!" he said manically, ignoring the looks of the people around him as they came to the conclusion that he was insane.

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Caclia stepped through the crevasse that the explosion had created. She walked with Dominus quietly towards the vault. Both of them knew the plan and both were ready to execute it to the utmost degree. As they turned the corner, a surprised security man looked at them. Dominus quickly disable him, before showing the way to the vault.

Eager to burn something, even if it would take a bit, Caclia placed her hands just above the large vault door. It would not take much focus to use her dark fire, but rather to keep it contained. While she was experienced in using her dark fire as projectiles, using it as more of a laser beam was something new to her. If she lost focus the dark fire might spread to a wall, or even Dominus. Burning the boss would not be good.

She also had to focus on how much energy she put into the fire. Too much and the vault might not be burned the whole way. Too little and it would take longer than any of them would want. Time was precious, especially to Dominus. Their plan to rob the bank was not elaborate by any means, but they had planned their entry and escape for a reason. Now that they had entered, the real work began. She thought briefly of James and Riley, otherwise known as Bloodmaster and Freak, holding hostages. She as well as Dominus was confident in their abilities to maintain the civilians.

After her brief thoughts of James and Riley, Caclia began to focus intensely on the task at hand. Keeping her hands over the vault, she bombarded it with a steady stream of dark fire. The purple flames danced over the vault door and around her hands. It hissed as it began to burn the reinforced titanium, glowing a dark purple. Caclia glanced at Dominus, making sure he was far enough away that he wouldn't be burnt by the intense heat of her flames.

She could hear sirens in the distance, but ignored them. She was confident in herself as a fighter and in the Fifth Column. If anybody tried to stop them, Dominus would know what to do. In the event that he didn't, which was ever so slight, the remain three members of the Fifth Column were well equipped to handle any kind of threat that came at them.

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The word 'Go' rung in his ear. With that single word, Riley ambled into the bank, morphing into a monster before the civilians' eyes'. Bones cracking, organs shifting, teeth and claws extracting, and clothes shredding at their seams. The process wasn't painful—for the moment. Years of shifting and adrenaline masked the suffering that is morphing. Now-a-days, he can mostly feel the aches and pains after he's shifted back to his normal state. It's kind of like having been in a car accident, or at least, that's how he would describe the after affect feeling. Though the worst part is that he has lost a lot of really good shirts because of his ability.

Riley began snarling at the frightened civilians, causing them to take steps back away from him and the exit. All the while James was putting on a show and picking out hostages. Riley wasn't there to pick out who went and who stayed. He just kept the civilians at bay and made sure that not too many—preferably not any—of them got away. He could care less if they held a small child hostage, it wasn't like they were gonna hurt them anyway—well at least not unless Dominus ordered it.

Riley kept walking around the hostages. His beast-like features made it seem like he was an animal prowling or guarding food. His eyes glanced over to James grinning at him. He didn't respond to the man's words and even if he had wanted to respond he would just be grunting like an animal. Instead he turned his back from the other and looked out one of the many bank's windows. He could see the flashing red and blue lights though they weren't as bright as they would be in the dark. The sirens had annoyed his ears. His ears perked up. Turning around, quickly, he flashed his teeth and growled at the civilian who tried to get up. The woman coward and sat down on the floor again. Riley resumed his task and, again, prowled around some of the hostages. He anticipated that, anytime soon, the superheroes would show up.

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A green phone buzzed for a few seconds before lighting up with a generic envelope symbol. Simply put, it meant that there was a text message and given that it'd come from Sang-hyeok's burner phone there were only three possibilities: Connor, his dealer, or James. He wasn't into the whole superhero versus supervillain thing the same way that everyone else in Violet City appeared to be but even he knew better than to let the two lives spill together. His hand slid from the comfort of his sheets to the ugly device and punched in the pin code before his eyebrows visibly furrowed.

Reapers - Scorch

Of course it had to be those assholes from Reapers or Fifth Column or whatever the hell they wanted to call themselves this week. Of course they had to wreak havoc a mere six hours after he'd finally fallen asleep. They couldn't have waited until evening or night time as per Sang-hyeok's alias. No they needed to interrupt his routine at the most optimal of opportunities. It was like one of them knew his daily schedule or something.

Omw Sang-hyeok texted back before rolling out of his bed.

He had one copy of his psuedo-supersuit in his apartment so he decided instead of something that could blend in with the crowd while still being flexible. Fingerless gloves, cleats, and a mask were all obvious choices but when it came down to the shirt and pants he had...a tougher decision. Would he attempt maximum coverage in case of Hellfire's burns or give himself more flexibility and poison exposure? Outside of his fingers and fangs, he had no reliable way of delivering his poison. He didn't like the idea of milking his poison to make bombs and he wouldn't touch any of the villains with a ten foot pole, well not unless it was to beat their faces in.

Eh if I just dodge everything it shouldn't be a problem, he shrugged as he grabbed a performance jersey and a pair of jeans.

After an Uber ride and short walk, he caught up with Rebecca, Eris, and Connor who were debating how to secure the hostage while still taking down the others. Eris offered to crawl through the vents and it seemed like a fair idea...save the fact that any of the villains could probably shred her if they caught wind of what was happening.

"If we do that someone's gonna need to draw attention from Eris and well," he gestured toward the bank, "whatever is guarding the rest of the hostages."

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It didn’t take long for John to catch on to the fact that there were new parties involved. Though the back half of the bank ran on a separate generator for security’s sake (the reason they didn’t just cut the power themselves), he received communication that the front part's lights had been somehow turned off, which meant that some combination of "open the damn curtains, you idiot" and night-vision equipment were necessary--but turn the detection mechanism on so someone didn't just switch them back on an blind you. Fortunately, most of his people were smart enough to figure this kind of thing out on their own. What was more, he could already sense the Psychic nearby. Nothing terribly bad was happening yet—her interference with his powers only occurred sometimes, and he was swiftly learning to adapt to the unexpected there, something that may have been easier for him because of the inherent flexibility of his repertoire.

Still, it would take them time to reach himself and Hellfire, something that he was counting on. They were going to need every second.

The screaming had just begun when Hellfire got through the vault door. The opening was a little smaller than he would have liked, but it was workable. An application of energy created something of a forcefield, and he molded it as close to his skin as possible. As he ducked into the opening Caclia had created, a glob of molten metal fell onto the shield and sizzled. Fortunately, it did nothing more than that.

The vault was relatively large inside, but John knew what he was looking for, and was able to locate it immediately, ducking back out of the vault in time to hear the screaming cease. Apparently, one of his people had been dealt a grave injury, and though his face remained impassive, he had to suppress the urge to grit his teeth. It was true that they were in a high-risk occupation, to be sure, but he still didn’t like knowing any of his people were injured. Skilled operatives willing to follow his rules were hard to come by—most of them already worked for the establishment, and convincing people that a revolution was necessary was a difficult task in the best of circumstances.

He drew even with Caclia just as two of the Superhero Squad’s members rounded the corner—Scorch and 0G. Still without a change in expression, John internally cringed. He really didn’t like running into Rebecca during work, but he was more than anything a professional, and she understood the difference between work and everything else in life. Scorch had it out for him, but this wasn’t unexpected, considering.

That said, there wasn’t any love lost between he and Caclia either. “Hellfire?” John was the more versatile combatant; he would take the task she didn’t want, though the point was to get through these two and get out as quickly as possible, rather than to actually stay there and fight them to a conclusion. With a sleight-of-hand gesture, he depressed a button on a small device on his wrist, which would send a signal to the others—package acquired, extract yourselves asap. Those still standing outside would be away first, and provide support for the departing Fifth Column as well.

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Caclia stepped aside as John stepped into the vault to retrieve what he needed. She could hear screams from the human operatives as they encountered at least one of the superheroes. She hoped that it wasn't Psychic or Gizmo. Despite being on Earth for almost a year, she still saw children as oddities. She didn't have any remorse for fighting against them, but she did feel that the conflict between the Fifth Column and the Superhero Squad was no place for them. They should be in school, shouldn't they?

Keeping her eyes on the corner, Caclia heard John crawl out of the vault just as Scorch and 0G rounded the corner. She grinned at them. These two were her favourites to fight against. While Rebecca could be a challenge due to her constant gravity shifting, she tended to avoid Caclia's fire at all costs. Rightly so, but her obvious discomfort with fire made Caclia's job a bit easier. It was less attacking and more dodging on 0G's part.

Connor however, was also fun to toy with. Given that he couldn't harm her with his own fire, she also had an advantage over him. Of course, she wasn't allowed to kill him but a light burn was always good for character building. Plus, if the two exchanged fire Rebecca would hopefully leave sooner. Caclia had a bone to pick with the Ildi race, which in her mind included Connor. She made her choice.

Twitching her fingers slightly, Caclia created a small ball of dark fire. She looked at the two superheroes, then threw the ball towards them. Manipulating the ball, which had been created with minimal energy and thus would not do much damage, she aimed it right in between Scorch and 0G. She then maneuvered it to fly over Scorch's head. It was far enough away from him that there was no chance that he would be hit by it, but he would still feel its heat.

As she glanced over at John to make sure he understood, she created another fireball. Turning her gaze to Connor, she smiled at him. This would be a fun fight as always. She threw the fireball from her right hand before creating another in her left and throwing it. Again, they were created with minimal energy and would not do too much harm if they hit him. The two fireballs wouldn't hit Connor unless he moved too close to the wall, which was where she was aiming.

Knowing that John could handle himself and that Rebecca was scared of her, Caclia charged at Connor. In case 0G decided to intercept her, the alien tossed a dark fire ball her way and continued running. She had no intention of running into him, just as she had no intention of burning him or Rebecca (unless necessary of course). Instead, she was aiming to run past him in order to give everyone more room to fight. Being away from the vault also meant that there were more escape routes for her, since the one they had planned didn't look like it would work right now. Regardless, they wouldn't be able to leave until they had gotten past the Superhero Squad.

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Hey, Bec, after this want to go to this hole-in-the-wall bar I heard of?" Connor had joked and with a hint of a smile she shrugged, she could really use a shot of vodka right now.

It wasn't long before Connor had become serious and she too was alert, after all they both had to be on the safe side. With a firm nod she headed out towards the two men on her right. Confidently she strolled in, winking flirtatiously at the handsome blonde. If only I didn't have to mess up that pretty little face of his, she thought with a smirk. Without hesitation she decreased the gravity around the blondie which rendered him pretty useless as he could hardly move. Moving her index finger upwards he proceeded to float upwards and stayed there, his anger flashing across his eyes. The shorter dark headed man rushed towards her, punching her across the face with enough force to cause her to jump backwards.

Rebecca rolled her eyes, her upper lip slightly swollen due to the force. "Calm down, I'll give you some attention too shorty." With that she used her gravity force to repulse him backwards against the wall at such a shattering force that regardless of how much he tried, he wouldn't be able to move...at least for a few days. Sighing gently she walked towards the blonde man who was still floating around and raised her eyebrows at his anger. "It sucks doesn't it? Trust me I was stuck like that for a good few hours when I first figured out I could do that..." she tilted her head ever so slightly for a better view "just think 'light' and you'll be fine."

She walked towards Connor who had dealt with his two, "So, I suppose they know we're here. Rebecca looked over at the crack on the wall and with a sigh as her response wondered whether they'd have to deal with them quickly. Biting her upper lip and then immediately regretted that decision she internally groaned at the thought of having to see John. Regardless of them drawing the line between work and life, it was incredibly awkward and just plain cringe worthy.

It was as if her body knew that Hellfire was around the corner and automatically she dodged her fireballs. Rebecca groaned quietly, half due to the tiredness kicking in and half to do with having to deal with fire. It was such an inconvenience for her these days and although Connor had been helping her out, which has helped her a considerable amount, a fear was still a fear. Quickly she surrounded herself with a gravitational field to protect herself but also to amplify her strength which was helpful in situations like these.

Rebecca could tell that Hellfire was aiming for Connor and as she glanced towards him she signaled to him to ask whether he needed help or not. Otherwise she'd go ahead a look for John who had probably taken something from the vault. Something they probably had to take back from him. She changed the center of her body's gravity so that her steps were lighter, that she could almost walk along the walls if needed. She also thought of Eris and tried to send a thought of to her, you okay Eris?.

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Eris flinched as one of the twins came to life in her ear. That was right. She had placed that comms device in her ear, opening herself up to even more noise. She shook her head and continued crawling, avoiding the garbage and toppling out from the vents on top of cat-boy and blood-dude. From there, she continued to crawl until there was a slight drop; she eased herself off of the edge and thudded lightly onto the metal below her feet. She turned to look behind her at the other twin who had followed her in - she was surprised that he fit in the vents with the huge suit on, and how he was doing so relatively quietly - or at least, how the villains below them didn't hear him clomping around. Sighing, Eris shook her head, and continued on. Back on her hands and knees, she crawled towards the vent on ground level.

At the bottom, she was stopped by a grate. Carefully using her powers, she unscrewed the vent and it clattered on the ground. In the dark, Eris stumbled forwards, sticking by the walls and trying to get herself towards some of the hostages. She could 'feel' their presence through her telekinesis. She shuffled towards the doors, with a quick push, hoping she wasn't being too loud. She could hear Sang-Hyeok making his entrance, and Blood-boy making a quick taunt back. Apparently Blood-boy knew Eric, but Eris wasn't going to question it. She patted the leg of a hostage and gestured to the door with a quick mental picture, before following it up with the vent. Unfortunately, because of the amplification effect, it probably projected to everyone in the room quite loudly - cat-boy and blood-dude included.

Eris had to stifle a whine as she heard a dripping noise on the floor. Dismayed, she touched her hand to her nose to find it was bleeding. Saying a naughty word she'd heard Rebecca say several times before, Eris pinched her nose to try and stem the flow of blood and hoped that Blood-dude hadn't realized she was bleeding, or control her blood.

"My nose is bleeding." She sent to Rebecca mentally, straining against the effort. It most likely projected to others, but Eris tried to ignore that fact. She reigned in her panic and sat next to the wall, taking a few breaths in the dark, before tapping a few of the hostages on the leg and sending more mental pictures of the vents and how to get there. At least that way, they wouldn't be blocked by the cat-creature-person. Eris could detect his very human-like thoughts, giving away it wasn't some Dire-tiger or something. Frowning to herself, she crawled back towards the vents, ignoring the sounds of her partners doing what sounded like fighting. Hurrying along, she hoped nothing would stop her.

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(Is this still alive? If enough people show activity in the OOC, I will edit this into a post. Sorry for the delay)