Wing City Business District

She half-smiled, tugging him along before taking a seat at the table.

"The effort's certainly appreciated." she told him, folding her hands on the table. "I managed to see Yuriko briefly, earlier this morning. She, uh, gave me a few words of advice for our date."

At this, she flushed. "She's, er, quite the character."

John made a face at the mention of his sister. "Really? He asked Amariah, "What words of wisdom did my evil twin give you?" John was actually curious. Yuriko was a smart girl, maybe she said something good and useful.

"Was it about sex? I bet it was. Dirty minds run in our family."

"She said to just make sure I kept myself safe." she told him, offering a mild shrug. "And then, yeah, mentioned that I shouldn't have sex on the first date."

She emitted a nervous laugh. "But, she didn't try to scare me off. So I guess that's a good thing. I think, in her own way, she might like me a little bit."

Her eyes met his. "If my parents were around, I'm sure they'd feel the same way about you. Not that...we're at parent-meeting stage or anything."

She glanced away, hiding her eyes with one hand and sighing.

"Well, my father, fathers, are around to meet. I was adopted while my blood father was dealing his own issues. My adoptive mother died, my real mother is... somewhere. So, you'd be meeting two fathers."

"When I say that it sounds like I have gay fathers... I'll find a way to rephrase for the future." John said with a chuckle.

"What were your parents like?" John asked, reaching for his phone as he felt it buzz in his pocket.

She dropped her hand, meeting his eyes and folding her hands beneath her chin. "My mom was who I got my abilities from." she began. "Dad was normal, kind of. He had his own talents with fighting and using a gun. In spite of all that, he was a really gentle, loving kind of man. He adored my mom and I in spite of my mom's temper and my, er, clutziness." She gave him a lop-sided smile.

"Mom's a bit of a hot-head. Protective. But she's genuine and passionate and she loves me. I, uh, I miss them. A lot. But if Lochlyn's so eager to come after me I can only imagine what he'd want with my mom. So in a way I'm glad they're not with me."

She didn't look like she meant it, though.

"Your parents sound like good people." John told Amariah, looking over the message sent to his phone. "It seems that Lochlyn's people kidnapped my friend's girl. We may have to cut this date short." John said.

Whether they decided to end the date or not wouldn't matter, a small blue cargo truck similar to those used for moving furniture and the like came driving down the street.

As it was going to pass right by the restaurant it turned suddenly and came crashing into the building. John moved to grab Amariah and pull her down as several men and women in blue paramilitary uniforms jumped from the back of the truck.

Their weapons aimed around to keep anyone from getting the jump on them.

"Mr. Breaux, you can enter now. Lochlyn will be happy, they have nowhere to go." One of the attackers said.

Her eyes widened at the news. "Oh, no that's horrible," She breathed, beginning to get to her feet almost immediately. She was about to head for the door when the truck smashed through the wall, sending brick and mortar and glass flying in every direction.

She stumbled back just as John grabbed her, the pair of them falling behind an upturned table as the soldiers emerged.

Swallowing thickly, and fighting to keep her breathing under control, Amariah closed her eyes, getting a sense for the weaponry in the room.

"If I gauge this right," she breathed. "I could make all the weapons go off in the room." She glanced at him nervously. She could keep him safe too.

"We can't do that. Innocents." He said, "I can distract them, you can run while they're busy with me." John told Amariah, "It'll be fine, I can assure you."

John nodded, but as he did a hand found itself gripping his hair, Hannibal stood towering over the two. The bald was quick to throw John upward, the young man slamming into the ceiling and soon falling back down like a sack of potatoes.

"Bonjour. Come with me and my people." Hannibal told Amariah, his team of soldiers moving to grab John and bind him before he could get up.

"John!" Amariah cried sharply, standing abruptly to move to his side, but there were several people in her way, and for one reason or another, that frightened and infuriated her.

So she cocked back a fist and aimed to slam it into Hannibal's chest, the surge built up behind the strike strong enough to send anyone flying several hundred feet.

"Take that as a no." she grumbled, leveling a glare at the rest of them.

Hannibal was sent flying back, slamming through a wall. As his soldiers raised their weapons on Amariah and a few on John the bald man stepped right back through the hole his body had made.

"You don't have a choice. You come with me or I kill your boyfriend here." Hannibal told Amariah, dusting himself off and frowning at the tears in his clothing.

"Or maybe I kill you both and tell Lochlyn it couldn't be helped." Hannibal stepped around people who were in his way, they weren't his concern.

"Don't make me really try and do something that you'll regret."

She wasn't afraid of the guns. The bullets wouldn't hit her. They knew that, and she knew that. But John? She couldn't protect him from here, not with her concentration focussed on herself. She looked to John, her eyes swimming with a mixture of emotions.

Then she looked to Hannibal.

"If I go with you, will you let him go?" she asked, her voice smaller than she liked it to sound.

"No." Hannibal told Amariah, "John here has been keeping some secrets about his own abilities. We decided to do some digging, it seems Johnny has some talents of his own." Hannibal explained.

"I will promise you this, he won't be harmed any further by me or by my order." Hannibal said to the young woman, "We'll take care of you as much as possible. Lochlyn's done the same for me, he's helped me tap into a vast amount of power within myself."

"Whether you like him or not the man gets results."

"Please don't hurt him." she finally pleaded after a few moments of thoughtful silence. She stepped forward, a bit awkwardly over a bit of rubble and plaster, nervously glancing to John.

She felt miserable, like she'd failed. How in the hell could she help other people when she could barely help herself? Or help keep John safe?

"I'll do what you ask, just...no more of this. Don't hurt anyone else for my sake.."

"We have to go right now. The police force should be less than a minute away." Hannibal said, "I do hope you won't try anything, we don't want John to... suffer for your actions."

"Get in the truck, girl. I'll be taking John here with me, keep you two separated until we get to Hera." Hannibal's soldiers lifted John, taking him out towards the streets with Hannibal in tow.

"Hera," she repeated, her voice soft. It didn't sound like any place she'd been to, yet. Stepping over more rubble, she made her way towards the truck, taking one last look at John, and then the rest of the diner, before climbing into the truck and taking a seat in the back. Her knees were drawn to her chest, eyes on the floor, and she rested her chin atop them as she awaited what was to come.

Hannibal stepped put to the back of the truck, waiting for his soldiers to climb in and bind Amariah before moving to close the back.

"Don't worry. You'll be fine, I'll do what I can to give you some... things to do." Hannibal said, shutting thr back of the truck and letting the darkness blanket Amariah.

Kaver Bodhain walked in, danced, then left.

She smirked slightly, as she walked through the Wing City Business District, headed to the bank, white trench coat trailing behind, white high-heels defining her elagence. She was the oldest being in this city, older then Terra, older then Sol, and if they thought she could be beaten, they were oh so wrong, in oh so many ways. She smirked slightly as she took a step past a crack in the ground, teleporting to the front door of the bank. "Oh not again!"Someone said, staring at her, she turned around and quirked a brow. "Oh right, this is Wing City."She said, shaking her head.(Read through some of the post, and was like "Eh, why not.") She sighed slightly, as she rose her hand, the 16 year old looking being literally ripping the wall from the bank. Alarms sounded, and tasers were fired. She was hit by the tasers, and really everything else, and she just stared at them, as they hovered around her, and electricity arked back to the Taser-Gun, which soon exploded. Huh, at least I am being nice."She thought to her self, shaking her head, slightly disappointed at how lack-luster this was, with another sigh she walked to the front of the bank, a wide smile on her face, as she held her gloved hand close to her face, a Graviton pistol appearing in it. She pointed it at the Bank-Teller, and fired, the Bank-Teller simply imploded, and she gronned psychotically, pointing the gun at the Vault's door, and firing, once. The door imploded, and she smirked slightly, as she walked into it, and in a swirl of energy, her, the whole vault, and everything in it were gone. Her words before she teleported were, "Why do they always change currency every few hundred years.

She appeared in her home, a extra-dimensional plane of existance, and the Fain's old home, before she took over. She was the oldest and most powerful Fain in existance, after she killed one that was around 500 Trillion Years old, luckily for her, she was one of the greatest Fain's every born, sadly she had to kill her great-great-trillions of more greats later, Grand-Father, but she didn't care, nope, she just wanted his power. She laughed maniacally, as "her" new money was put into a vault. From afar, one of her friends watched, and muttered under their breath. "I know she can hear me, but she is a crazy woman."

OOC: Sorry, just testing something out, I wanted to test out my most OPed character...>.<...Won't really be using her in fights, probably, this is also my first evil character.

The Business Sector.

Daemala was glad she had dressed the part this evening, selecting her dark black skirt suit and ruby red silken blouse. It didn't take much more than a charming smile and some gossip to convince the corner coffee shop to allow her to hang The Blood Edict in the window. With a skinny-iced-mocha-frapiato-grande-sutra in hand, she strolled off to take the rest of the city. With paper.

Sister Ovus stood in the middle of the bank calmly with her spear in one hand. The woman donned blood red armor, it seemed to function as protection from weapons and the cold weather.

People were face down on the floor, the alarms in the bank ringing as crime Cultists looted every drawer, lockbox and vault they could in the bank for anything useful.

Others standing watch at the doors. "The cops will be here soon. We should go now." A cultist said to Ovus. "Like, right now."

The wailing of sirens outside seemed to arrive just in time to say "Too late, suckers!" loudly as police cars started to pull up outside. Word had gotten out during the trip that it was the Church of Crime behind the robbery, and so as the response team were arriving, Sonya too pulled up in her own vehicle.

The blonde agent climbed out and adjusted her vest, making sure all the straps were in place after her hasty suiting up. She made her way over to where the officer in charge was instructing the armed police officers to position themselves at the perimeter. "I don't wanna call rank on you, Captain, these are your men - but I'm reporting in as Supervisory Special Agent with the SOD, Sonya Ballifrey."

The Captain saluted, "I know you, ma'am, name's Martin Gillford. You here to help I presume?"

Sonya nodded, "That I am. I have special interest in this particular group in relation to my current case. I'd like a word with anyone you bring in today, and I'm here to lend you a hand in handing their asses back to them if this goes sour."

Gillford nodded, then gestured for her to follow him as he approached the ring of cars that had been parked near the exit, holding a megaphone. "This is the WCPD! We have the building surrounded! Come out with your hands up!"

"What are we to do?" A cultist asked Ovus, the woman standing silently and just as statue-esque as before. The woman had dark red hair, obviously dyed, tied into a bun.

Sister Ovus' bun was for battle, she stood where she had as she awaited the inevitable battle. They had chosen a bank in the business district, the police were obviously going to arrive quickly.

"We fight our way out. A show of power." The woman said, a Russian accent coating her words. "We need to eliminate their cover. If only Umwa was here."

"Make use of your fire." Ovus ordered, several cultists approaching the entrance to the bank. In their hands were molotov cocktails, firebombs.

What better way to get the police to scatter from their cover than fire?

"We don't mind you rare, but we'll settle for charred until well done." A cultist shouted, he and the others stepping out tossing their cocktails towards the law.

"Get back from the fire!" Gillford's shout reached the ears of the officers as they retreated away from the incoming projectiles. "Get me a psionic front-line stat, I want any more of those things stopped before they do damage!"

The WCPD were a force built from the city they policed. If there was a race, an oddity, a creature that inhabited the city in any number? Chances were they had at least one on their side.

As a pair of psionic sisters moved up to start catching the fire, a pyromancer was already calming the flames nearest to him - though given the spread of them, he had his work cut out for him.

"Fire at will, aim to injure, not to kill!"

As the officers opened fire with their assault weapons, discharging small bullets with very little penetrative power that would embed themselves in skin before releasing electrical pulses to disable those hit, Sonya stood ready to move if she was needed. Her powers weren't best suited for a stand-off, and she only had her standard firearm on her without the subdue setting.

The slower of the cultists went down from the shots, others barely managing to make it back into the bank and take cover. "They're more prepared than we thought, they must have known it was us." A cultist told Ovus.

The woman only nodded, "Shall we fight fire with our own fire?" She asked, "Brothers and sisters, we go to war if only for a moment." Sister Ovus told her cultists.

The woman charged towards the exit, swinging her spear at the air. As she did energy shot out, shattering glass and destroying anything in it's path.

Ovus and her cultists charged, many of the cultists firing guns or making use of magical bursts of energy to do harm to their opposition.

The Church of Crime was diverse, the WCPD if they were robbing banks.

The battle lines were drawn, and the clash of powers swiftly turned the stretch of street outside the bank into a warzone. Sonya saw a police officer stride forwards and morph into solid titanium in time to catch a burst of magic to the chest and deliver a vicious knock-out blow to the face of the caster.

An officer was sent flying by an explosion at his feet, skidding for several meters and coming to rest against a car, as several people ran to his aid. The psionics deflected blasts everywhere they could, finding time to floor a cultist with a mental assault every few moments.

Amusingly enough, the pyromancer was still focused on putting fire out, rather than actually fighting. He had a focused, bookish look about him as he ducked a stray bolt of magic to carry on about his way. Strange man.

Sonya herself took this opportunity to leap into the fray, speeding forwards to slam an electrically charged fist into the face of the nearest enemy, her speed catching him totally off guard. She didn't want to go too far forwards though, for fear of getting caught in the crossfire, so instead she pulled out her pistol and took a few potshots for the legs of what looked like their leader.

"Gillford! We need that woman down, she looks like she's the one in charge!" Sonya shouted over her shoulder.

Gillford nodded, "Talia, Marissa - I want you to bring that woman down." he instructed the psionic sisters, who after a moment to get a lock on Sister Ovus, directed their mental abilities towards her in an attempt to overwhelm any defences and cripple her mind, rendering her incapacitated.