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Nightlander

Too soon, the sun will rise.

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a character in “The New Titans”, as played by Fabricator

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Name: Malcom Nox Aeterna

Age: 19 in mortal years.

Appearance:
His skin is pale, seemingly as white as marble while his hair is a tatted mess of shocking black, and set deep within the cast of his patrician features are his dark, slightly haunted crimson eyes. He is lightly built with a hidden strength to his limbs, though his main focus is in his agility rather than his physical prowess in a brawl; standing 5' 11" and weighting 155lbs. His clothing is usually simple and hardwearing, with function in mind above anything else; and he tends to aim for colours that aid him in remaining undetected in shadow (though he doesn’t need that he prefers to play on the side of caution). But he does tend to roam wearing jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt under his thick coat with leather boots for the most part.

Powers/Abilities:
Due to his parentage his is possessed of the ability to manipulate darkness in almost all its forms; which while quite extensive is still somewhat limited by his knowledge and experience.
His vision during the night and complete darkness is crystal clear and un-obscured, though his sight during the day is somewhat limited by his weakness to daylight and becomes more reduced unless he is able to find shade or similar. Due to this he usually keeps the hood of his heavy coat pulled over his features.
He can manipulate existing shadows and force them to grow larger and envelop a greater area, for example taking a shadowed corner of a dimly lit room and making it blot out any light sources till the room is plunged into eternal darkness. This would require him to remain there as after he leaves the shadows would simply recede back to where they were. He can controlling his own shadow and use it as weapon or a source of darkness if needed, and he has been attempting to manipulate the shadows of others as a weapon as well as a point of origin for his attacks.
While in shadows, either existing or of his own creation he is virtually invisible to detection unless someone were to use a high powered light source to break through his shadows to reveal him. He has been able to use shadows as a shield to reflect light around himself and become partially invisible but he hasn’t managed to progress this to work effectively outside of shadows. Due to this it tends to be easier and more useful to simply hide within the shadows instead of bending the light around them to avoid detection.
He has also been able to create portals from one shadow to another, allowing him to travel instantly if he knows the destination (usually from having been there before) as well as being able to store objects within pocket dimensions of the plane of shadows that exists beyond.
Currently he is focusing on developing his umbrakinetic combat and construct skills, as while he is able to form shadows around his existing weapons to increase their potency his attempts to create weapons purely from shadow have usually resulted in a weaker tool. He has managed to recreate himself as a complete shadow construct rather than an animated shadow but has only made it duplicate his most basic of movements which has served as a decoy but beyond that has had little use. Despite this, which he believes to be a failure, he has managed to create a semi-sentient pair of shadowy ravens bound to him will.

Weakness:
Malcom suffers greatly during the daytime, which is usually why he spends much of it asleep or indoors if he can manage it. It doesn’t cause his skin to burn or anything like that; simply he becomes sluggish as his energy is drained from him. This hinders him even during full moons as his power wanes slightly at the light reflected from the sun, though it is much easier for him to meld with the shadows around himself to deflect its harmful rays.
In addition to his phengophobia, which is rightly deserved, his ability to feed on the emotions of others has become more of a curse as his life has went on. While it is possible for him to take care of his cravings through his nightly hunts in the darker places of Hillcrest the hunger for other delicate tastes plagues him. He does fear that this will someday cause him to revert back to the darker nature that Death saved him from once before.

Personality
A reserved and quite soul, Malcolm doesn't enjoy the company of others and usually seeks his own solace in the dark dens of Hillcrest. Few reach out to him and he reaches out to even less, as his very nature unsettles many in just a passing glance so few ever deign to make it more than that. Observant and logical when his mind is in focus, he rarely moves into a problem without a plan in mind.
But sometimes the thrill of the hunt through the dark drives him into rash action. To track a foolish murderer through dark passages of the city, feeling his fear grow with each passing moment after the anger and being spotted has dulled. To be chased at first and simply vanish into darkness and hold the blade that ends this pitiful wretch, the hot taste of copper against his lips as the final breath escapes. Such is the delicious taste of retribution for the scum of the mortal race.

Equipment
He doesn’t strictly need equipment but something he learned from his time with Death was it never pays to go without, so he uses a pair of curved blades which he keeps hidden under his long thick coat for when he may need them.

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History
In a younger age of the world a creature known then as the Umbra was summoned by a collective group of mystic cabals who sought to gain dominance over their foes. The Power they unleashed was more than they expected, slaughtering thousands within minutes. Eventually the creature was bound and chained, buried deep and forgot about for eons. Its howls still haunted the dreams of many of the clan’s decedents as they spread across the world. For generations stories spread of the creature, and it was given many names, some terrible and some foolishly misleading; which has led to many seeking out the creature in an attempt to master it and unlock its secrets.
Of the many failed attempts the last was in the late 1800’s when a man who desired power above all else with his wish to cheat own mortality attempted to bind the power of this ancient creature to his whim. He used the ritual to free the creature to also summon Death so that a bargain could be made when he commanded such great energies, alas when he unbound the monster his being was devoured and his form stripped away and remade for the creatures please. His binding had managed to call Death and while subdued the Umbra tried to control this endless being as the idiotic mortal had. Alas this ultimately failed as Death shattered the bonds to keep itself bound; the resulting conflict between them raged for over half a century beyond the veil of mortal ken as the creature still sought to take Death’s power as well. In the end the Umbra was broken and its essence destroyed, but in the aftermath a child remained, a creature born of darkness and death. Born from the unholy union of these two and left to roam the world with the fractured memories of its sire’s and the knowledge of what they’d done it was almost driven mad.
Due to the nature of its birth it grew faster than any mortal child should, halting at the age of six but with the appearance of someone in their teenage years. Its understanding of itself and the world was poor at best and it spent the majority of those early years lost within an endless cycle of pain and hatred of the world and its parentage, to the point where it almost becoming a faint echo of the horrors its father had sown in its own eons of slaughter. Living within the dark parts of cities and feeding on the fear and terror of those it encountered, revelling in their suffering.
At the dawn of its tenth year Death took pity on the child, its own offspring, removing the boy from the passage of time and bringing it to the realm of the dead. During this time Mal, as Death named him, discovered how to better control his powers and contain his melancholy. It attempted to teach the boy about honour and the value of mortal life, eventually Death left him on his fourteenth birthday with a simple message “You get what anybody gets, you get a lifetime. No more, no less” and saying that they would meet again at the end, and perhaps for moments in-between.

Now finally given new purpose in wishing to make better his lot and do what he could with the life he was given, the child attempted to atone for its creation and very existence, but after spending the last half decade wandering the streets of Hillcrest his depression at the true nature of the mortals begin to overwhelm him.

These days he’s normally hunting in the streets for those deserving of his wrath or attempting to drown his sorrows with something warm and sweet passing his lips, or cold and harsh to burn away his throat; He’s not picky so long as he can attempt to forget or forgive the world.

So begins...

Nightlander's Story

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He moved from shadow to shadow across the rooftops of the city, crisscrossing over streets, his eyes wary for any sign of trouble while his head twitching this way and that as he muttered and argued with himself. His voice was soft and strained with a sliver of guilt lodged in his heart, for he'd meted out justice of a kind again tonight.


It had been while he was wandering through the run-down slum districts at the outer edge of the city, known as old town. He’d had trouble here before, many times as the scum who inhabited it were little better than animals, and at least animals worked together in a herd instead of ripping each other apart just so that they could gain some perceived upper hand for a moment before another’s blade changed the balance of power once again. Down here he’d given up the notion of fair play or even of given them a chance for redemption, they didn’t deserve it.
He'd found the group down one of the alleys near Old Town, the bodies of three women lay at their feet, used and bloody with their throats cut. The last one was bruised and bleeding, coughing and begging as the gang surrounded her. He could already tell that her wounds were fatal, black blood was gently flowing from her lips. He lowered himself near the end of the alley where a sentry for the gang stood, itching from one foot to the other as he felt disgruntled at being left out of the fun. The taste of those surface emotions had made the Nightlander’s lips curl into a hollow smile as he’d reached out from the darkness and grabbed the man. The shadows around him reached in and muffled the screams of the man as he went in close, eyes glowing brightly. His arms reached out, carefully applying pressure till the mans limbs were broken, shattering the bones at the knees and elbows with jabs and kicks. After letting the mans crumpled body fall he half closed his eyes and focused his thoughts on expanding the darkness around him till it was creeping along the alley, slowly blocking out the light from the sky and lights above. The other four members of this sordid group seemed a little shook up by the sudden change, rumours and stories of Old Town coming swiftly to mind. Their fears were quashed by the large man bearing down on the dying girl, knife in hand who barked at them to quit being babies. He died first. His thin curved blades of midnight hue ripping through his back to burst through his chest before withdrawing as he reversed them to remove his head, his expression of shock still ingrained as it toppled from his crumpling corpse.
The others stared for a moment before turning to run. They barely got a few feet before he was upon them, breaking bones and crushing bodies as he slaughtered them. Their whimpering cries and plea’s for him to spare their lives fell on deaf ears. He often wondered why they begged him, for surely they must know that their actions deserve retribution and that the path they have taken has simply led up to this moment? Once his work was finished and none remained standing he knelt by the body of the girls, carefully closing their eyes.

”You didn’t have to kill them.” A voice had whispered, it was unusually jovial given the scene, but then the pale skinned girl had little to fear. She stood shorter than he did, but to him she seemed to be ten foot tall. Her smile was warm but her eyes seemed to be disappointed.

”Hello, I’d hoped to be gone before you arrived.”

”You know for a fact that I’m always here, so that is a lie Mal.”

He shrugged and walked over to the corpses of the gang-members and began to carefully saw their heads from their bodies. He would leave them as a reminder to the gang that he hunted them now, and that he would make them suffer.

”So what do you want?”
He grumbled as he stoed the last of the dripping heads into the Darkness Between, another smile ghosting across his features as he felt more than heard the anguish of the first man as the dead remains of his ‘friends’ joined him in limbo.

”To help. That’s all I’ve ever wanted to do. I don’t want to see you become the very monster you’re trying to fight.”

He looked up and smiled, genuinely and softly towards her, as he stood. He sighed and shrugged his shoulders before speaking.

”I’ll make the world better even if I become the very thing I’m purging from the world, because in the end if I’m all that remains then I can finally rest. I’ve no delusions that I have a place in the future I’m trying to create. You taught me 'If you change the world, the world will change' so that is what I'm trying to do. Goodbye, Mother.”

With that he turned and vanished into the night, leaving her staring after him. No matter how much he focused his skills she could never fail to spot him or find him or see right through him. He paused outside the one of the gang’s holdings, ramming the still warm heads of those he’d slain onto the spiked fence around the perimeter.

”Scream, for the Nightlander comes.”

Then he was gone, leaving only the flayed skulls with the skin peeling from their bones while the lightly acidic rain scourers the musculature with empty eye sockets staring out at nothing.



An echoing bang and a shockwave burst nearby, shaking him from his haunted reprieve. He looked around to see what had caused the explosive noise, and caught sight of a lithe figure stalking across the rooftops. She was clearly stealthier than any he’d seen, but up here in the darkness there was very little that could hide. He caught sight of a whipping tail extruding from her tail-bone, which intrigued him greatly. He watched her fall down into the alley below and followed to kneel on the edge of the building overlooking the scene below. He wrapped himself in shadows as the blazing light from the large winged figure caused him pain, not as much as when he’d first felt the warm kiss of sunlight (he still remembered the sting of blood running down his cheeks) but enough to make him recoil slightly. He tilted his head and gently twirled his sword between his long fingers as he watched the fight below.

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One thing happened after another and even after threats of violence the man of fire was no longer interested in the menacing man clad in black, more interested in the feline who defeated the beast. She was confused by his short attention span, though she found it slightly entertaining at the least.

The woman seemed to be angered by the man of fires referral to her, Juliet suspected she wouldn't like feline either, but she didn't have a clue about what her name was, for all her observing she didn't really pay attention to any of their names, though she wasn't sure if that was really even a problem, seeing as she was pretty much unable to communicate with them.

Juliet sighed, continuing to survey the area. Floating closer to the feline, she saw that she was eating candies...perhaps a high metabolism rate of an animal required her to eat more...though she wasn't exactly sure of what a feline's general metabolism rate was. Next, she moved on to the man of fire, still cheering the girl on, she couldn't really read much from him, she guessed he was just a generally happy guy. After him she checked the man in black, whom she assumed wasn't that pleased with the man of fire's sudden change in mood, she couldn't grasp much from him either, a man solemn just like the dark clothes he was wearing, but with a sense of pleasure when it came to violence. She then went onto Drake, the only name she really caught. He was pretty much wasted, vomit laced on the floor, and little balance; was this really the man that so many people fawned over?

Juliet sighed, floating back from the others, even though she was a good observer she didn't manage to notice the man of darkness perched on one of the buildings. Drake's question on whether or not they were superheroes still drifting through her mind, even if it wasn't directed towards her. "Even with our powers I doubt any one of us are really heroes..." she mumbled to herself softly, letting her hand pull through her hair and continuing to watch the scene play out.

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He'd be unable to hear over the pumping of blood through his ears, the small over-confident furry with her little claws and pitiful demeanor, the over-confident dweeb gone flaming douche. An odd.. Very odd seeming drunk, surprising he hadn't been knocked unconscious yet. Thick skull, that much could be given. He'd stand atop the building, surveying, planning based upon the current positions of his adversaries, his eyes would dart with unnatural speed from one to the other, obscuring his peripheral vision to account them all for one moment. The furry said something about fighting with them, but he'd not even talked about her, didn't notice her till the little girl was charging him. What was wrong with simple thugs? Had the city really run out of those to fight? This just over complicated a simple idea.

He'd managed to fight them all off, the fire giant must be hurting, the drunk nearly done for, he'd yet to focus his efforts on the little girl, but he definitely felt an ache in his chest for it, or maybe that was the pain that the adrenaline didn't help him escape. He'd been scratched rather deep, his kevlar material having been split but nonetheless taken some of the focus off the attack. The punch to the back of the head was more surprising than jarring, it'd sent his head spinning a moment regardless. The kevlar had taken a lot of the deadly from the burning, but it hurt nonetheless as the fabric was torn in places where spots of 2nd degree burns would show, the whipping wind of the night sending crisp pain through his skin, settling in his bones.

He'd hesitate a moment but smile beneath the mask, a wolfish smile, savage in nature. The fire giant would close and he'd rise from a crouch stepping off into the empty air, the wind and pull would whip around him furthering the immense pain, even settling into the confines of the cut. It was something his high couldn't allow him to be rid of. He ached to continue at their over confidence, but simply tucked into a roll upon his shoulder as he hit the ground, rising infront of the drunk and the furry, the fire giant now about him.

His voice would be playful and satisfied. "Good show." He'd walk about casually, his trademark gauntlet curled across his chest overlapping his vacant right arm, this weapon accompanying his sudden nonchalance, a mere mirage as his body would be posed and cocked for any sudden attack. He'd walk silently looking them over, wild-eyed and weary for combat. "I'm willing to end this if the furry guy gets an apology."

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For the most part he'd been attempting to watch events happening below but the brightness of the fiery figure was making his head ache, with his face twitching uncomfortably and his mouth formed into a grimace against the dull pain. He shook his head slowly as he watched their conflict move back and forth, with the black-clad figure seeming to get the worst end of things down there in defence of what appeared to be a lycan-esque creature. Though admittedly the surprise of such a creature seemed dulled by the feline girl he’d seen lunge at both and despite that this armoured fighter didn’t seem to be cowed by the fact that he was heavily outnumbered and was losing the conflict. He looked along the length of the alley, trying to locate a suitable point at which to enter, and lowering himself down via a nearby fire-escape with his darkness spreading to the metal in an attempt to mask his presence more. After reaching the ground he was able to understand more of what was occurring between the groups as the voices were less muffled, and as much as he’d rather not agree with the point offered up by the source of the light spots flashing across his vision the boy had a point. This figure in black did not conform to any notion of criminal or the ilk, especially given the beating he’d had in defence of what was most likely a stranger to him given events.
He had to bite back a scornful bark of a laugh at the fiery boy’s words to Gauntlet about them being heroes, given that such things were unlikely to deign to visit this hellhole for anything beyond turning it into a ruined grave and even if they were it was nigh-impossible that any in this refuse filled alley would match the description, with perhaps the exception of the winged figure who would at least match some fantasied version of a hero. His voice was soft and sharp, echoing from slightly further behind the two warring parties so that the figures of the Lycan and Gauntlet helped to block the blinding light from this irritating Angel, as he moved carefully into view, his body detaching from the shadows of the building.

”Heroes? Is that what you’d call a bunch of kids scrapping in a back alley?” He shook his head with exaggerated care; his body shrouded in wisps of trailing smoke the colour of midnight with the only discernible features being the glowing embers of his crimson eyes. ”Don’t make me laugh.”

He half leant against the wall, almost looking disinterested in events, though the main aspect of his stance was mostly obscured. The darkness that enveloped his body was almost hissing as the light touched it, causing it to warp unnaturally against the bright flame of this ‘angelic’ creature. He could feel where the light was affecting him most and focused his energies on increasing the density of his darkness so that it became more concentrated in those areas to try and ward against the pain of the flames.

”Do you mind perhaps reducing the brightness? It is rather unnecessary Boy.”

His face twisted and twitched slightly due to his eyes scanning the group and lingering a moment too long on the flames while he spoke, but his features hidden beneath the swirling mass of shadows and masking his reaction.

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Image "I'm willing to end this if the furry guy gets an apology."

Tigress narrowed her eyes and a large snarl showed on her face.

“Are you serious?! Apologize?! I was just protecting these two!” She spat, pointing to Angelfire and Percussion. Her ears pinned back to her head and her tail lashed back in forth violently. She was completely and utterly pissed off now. “Do you apologize to your enemies? I don’t think so. And you have the gall to ask us to apologize?” Her hands were clenched into fists at her sides.

”Heroes? Is that what you’d call a bunch of kids scrapping in a back alley? Don’t make me laugh.” Tigress’s eyes flashed with anger.

“W-who asked you!? And who are you, anyways!” Her voice quaked in the beginning, but ended stronger. She made an attempt to come up with a wittier response, but her mouth just remained ajar for a moment, before she clamped it shut. Now she looked like a fool.

But when she thought about what the strange cloaked figure said, it was true to some of an extent. They had been fighting and arguing over practically nothing. Tigress suddenly felt tired again. She hasn’t slept for a full 24-hours and was running on candy alone. Her stomach growled like… well… an angry tiger. She let out a low moan and took out another hard candy and popped it into her mouth. The sugary sweetness was no longer refreshing, but nauseating. She needed real food, not solidified sugar. I’ll just eat later. I can’t leave all of a sudden over a tummy ache.

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It was...odd...being in a body that wasn't her own, especially one of...different anatomy. At first she couldn't function properly, operating limbs seemed so much more of a conscious decision she had to make and at first the whole body felt numb. Eventually, after she got pretty decent control of his body, she was able to help in the fight against Gauntlet, though her assistance wasn't that much of a difference, she was glad that she made what she thought was the right decision.

Soon everything began calming down, and the man in black demanded that they apologize for how they treated the beast. Juliet was shocked at his demands and wasn't going to stand for it. She was about to say something but she heard something come out of her mouth that wasn't exactly from her thoughts, "I won't apologize to a rapist!" The voice was deep, toned differently than hers, but that wasn't the only thing that was different, she wasn't going to say that...she wondered if Drake had taken control again for a moment without her even realizing it.

The setting around her began to get blurry as a man arose from the shadows, saying things that were muffled, indistinct. Juliet was able to let out a, "Huh?" The voice still deeper in pitch but still her words, before she found herself in a completely different location.

The room was dark let alone a few flashing bright lights. The music blasted in the background and numbed her ears, making it hard to hear. She walked through the people surrounding her, her white clothes distinct from the dark backdrop.

"Hey."

She turned to see a tall guy by the bar, putting down a drink after he noticed her. She was confused about where she was, just a second ago she was outside, with the beast and a bunch of other people with powers, now she was in a club...with Drake. Suddenly, a realization hit her, she was in his subconscious. Her vision focused on him again as she walked closer, trying to ignore the fact that he could see her in all of her sleeping glory.

"Uh...hey. I'm Juliet...sorry if I'm intruding to much." She said, wondering if he would respond. "Ok, um...Juliet..." He said, his eyes moved as he seemed to be observing the club, Juliet assumed he wasn't aware that this was his subconscious yet. "This isn't really my club. So you're not intruding on me." He said, confirming her suspicions. "Right..." Juliet said, lifting her hand up to her head, "This is kind of hard to explain, but this kind of is your club because I'm sort of in your mind..." she says putting her hand down and averting her eyes. "I possessed your body-but not in a creepy way! I needed to to fight against the guy in all those black clothes..." She said, trying to stop herself from rambling in her explanation the best she could.

He chuckled a bit, the sound was low and pleasant, soothing to hear. But the chuckling stopped when he noticed her expression. "You're in my head? Wait, you possessed me? What?" He asked, obviously confused by the entire situation. "Well...I'm in your whole body to be honest, but right now we're in your subconscious, I'm guessing I wasted too much energy," Juliet said, letting a moment of silence in as she noticed the music changing more drastically. "I know, it's really hard to explain, and what I did was really invasive, so I'm sorry," she said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "But like I said I had to help against that guy...I couldn't stand by and watch." She stated, hoping his reaction would be better this time.

"You mean the guy that kicked me in the head? Did you make me deck him?" He asked as the music changed again. "Yeah, him. I hit him pretty hard in the back of the head I think," she said, cracking a smile as she continued, "Though that was pretty much all I got on him." He smiled from her response, the grin crooked...pleasing, and a laugh she was glad to hear again, "Aha nice. Dude deserved it. Too bad you didn't crack his skull." He looked around nonchalantly, "So you uh, want a drink or something?" She smiled, listening to him, "I don't see why not, I've never drank anything inside someone's mind before," she said laughing a bit.

He shook his head, and blinked, "Oh right, we're in my head." He took a sip, "Damn, non-alcoholic." He sighed and handed her one anyways. "So how'd you end up here anyways?" "Too bad, but at least you have good company," she said flashing a smile as she took a drink from her cup. At his next question she felt herself unsure, "I'm not sure exactly to be honest...I have the power to leave my physical form as a kind of spirit of sorts, I've been able to possess people before, but I haven't done it in a long time...I'm not really sure how I did it to you..." she said, taking another drink.

"Yeah. Good company..." He said, she felt his gaze upon her. "So you've got powers too huh? Were you at the fight with the furry guy?" "Yeah, I lifted a branch and tripped him...he was about to tackle you and the flaming guy while you were talking," she said, she could feel his eyes on her. "Thanks for the save then I guess." He seemed to think for a second. "Wait, if you're here...then where's the rest of you? Isn't that really dangerous?" "No problem I guess, it wasn't much really." "The rest of me would be...at my house in bed..." She said, addressing her clothing, "It's not really safe at all really, but I usually get detached when I'm sleeping, I can't stop it..."

"Wow." He says quietly. "That's gotta suck huh?" He sat down and a chair appeared underneath him. "How do you stop that?" "Yeah, it's never much fun to go to sleep, but I can't really help that either..." Juliet said, a more somber expression going on her face. She sat down as well, as another chair appeared. "I'm not sure really. But it's not bad all the time, I mean, if I didn't detach this time, I wouldn't really be meeting you here now would I?" She stated, trying to put a more positive twist to it. "Yeah, I actually get that a lot. Just not in my own head y'know." He stopped for a second, perhaps to think. "Did I introduce myself yet?" "Actually, not yet, but I know you're Drake Stone due to the ravings of your friend on fire," Juliet said, drinking from her cup again.

"Yup. That's me. The late great Drake Stone," he said, grinning again. Juliet attempted to give a response, but found herself unable to speak. Suddenly, she felt herself warming up, and as if something were pulling her away. Eventually the sensations got too unbearable and she found herself outside of Drake's body once again, energy depleting at a much more accelerated rate. She continued watching as everything around her progressed, but she knew she couldn't make any actions for what happened. She sighed, recounting the conversation she had earlier instead of paying closer attention to her surroundings.

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Percussion

Drake was out for some time. His first waking thoughts were of the girl who seemed to glow. She was thin and hauntingly beautiful. Way different than the chicks he used to date. She was also pretty shy. As he talked to her, he began to feel more and more like he was in a dream. But she, she was so real. He couldn't remember everything that she was saying, but he was acutely aware of the way she looked. It was when she mentioned his name that he really started to become aware. But it wasn't that he was becoming more aware of the dream, he was catching glimpses of the real world. Wait, the real world. But what about the girl. What was her name? Julie? Julia?

"Juliet!" Percussion said as if waking up from a nightmare. The fight seemed to be over and all of the others were standing in something of a semicircle. He looked around to see a dark figure lurking in the shadows. "Oh fuck!" He jumped back a little. "Who are you? What just happened?"

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Gauntlet

Confusion, the only thing there was for the moments following, they ranted and moaned about this or that like babies, then some condescending asshole would come out of the wood-work with his shadow routine. Gauntlet would remain casual simply taking a few step backs to lean against the wall, within moments he'd forgotten what they'd even had to say, he pulled his left leg up along the brick wall, keeping his arms folded over his chest. The soft chill on the wind still biting into the slight burns and the cut on his chest. Ah, rape, the guy yelling Juliet had been raped, he must have been really disturbed by this, why he was going to odd places in his mind involving this woman.

"That guy raped you?" His voice would show a hint of concern, actually. Behind the goggles his eyes darkening though he'd remain youthful and undisturbed, "My apologies, man, I thought you were raping him.." He'd hesitate a moment as his mind drifted. "With the fire guy, or something." He'd pull himself from the wall to walk forward, a show of lack of intimidation even as he felt that he was surrounded. Suddenly shadow faggot's words returned to him, he'd stop abruptly to look over at the man with a melodramatic slow turning of his head as his hand was drawn upward to point.

"You, are an asshole." It'd then just as slowly return to peer at the rest of his enemies in turn. Within moments of the silence a bending of the air would occur and he'd be sucked from being to teleport behind the group.

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Angelfire


"More and More"


Angelfire wasn't sure how the armored guy would react, but the others protested to apologize as well. Then man made completely out of shadows rose and spoke. Angelfire didn't really process what the shadow dude spoke, all he could think was, "Holy shit! A shadow dude!" "AWWWWWEEEESOME!!" He raved. Then when the shadow man spoke directly to him, he asked if he could make it less bright. Then Angelfire thought about it. "Sorry man, I don't know how to, to be honest." "This whole fire thing bit, it's pretty new." Angelfire spoke. "Sometimes I think my powers have a mind of it's own." "I can ditch the suit though." Angelfire flew down to the ground. "But it will reveal my secret identity though." "Not sure if it's safe to release such private info." Angelfire spoke.

He then heard Drake shout a girl's name. "Juliet?" "Whose that?" Angelfire asked confused. Then Percussion acted weirdly as he seemed to act amnesiac. "What do you mean?" "Thats some shadow guy and you were just in a fight!" Angelfire spoke. "You fought the Kung Fu King over there pretty well." Angelfire spoke as he pointed to Gauntlet. "Why don't you remember?" " You decked him in the head pretty hard." Angelfire recounted the fight. Then he heard the Mr. Swat Team speak. "Dude I wasn't raping him." "I prevented him from doing the raping." Angelfire defended. Then he called the Shadow Dude an asshole.

Well the shadow guy did say something about Heroes and kids, he wasn't really paying attention. Still seems kind of funny, a guy that he thought to be the asshole called another dude an asshole. Wasn't there an old saying the asshole who calls another guy and asshole is a greater asshole? This guy must be something else. He wasn't quite sure whats going to happen next. He's pretty sure the shadow guy wouldn't like being called an asshole. Or he may be upset with the fire deal, but what if metal fist over there wants to hunt him down later? He wouldn't like him dropping in his school and kicking the crap out of him. He then tried to tell the flame to quiet down. "Uh fire could you like turn it down a notch?" He spoke to himself. The fire didn't seem to pay attention though. In fact the suit itself seemed to be guarded against the shadow guy, like whatever that means to him. Still there's always turning off the power. Angelfire then proceeded to think about it.

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"AWWWWWEEEESOME!!"

He winced slightly at the fiery boy’s squeals of delight at his very existence, the level of enthusiasm and excitement that seemed to perpetuate every part of the boy’s being almost making his skin crawl. He was somewhat thankful that his expression was hidden beneath the swirling darkness that roamed across his body, save for his eyes which narrowed in a growing dislike of them all. As he was pretty sure given the current level of unease he could sense building amongst them, admittedly the angel’s simple comments seemed to be keeping that mood calm, the look of pure revulsion that was creeping across his features would quickly descend it into open hostility. This was probably one of the reasons he rarely sought the companionship of others, even his own family found him unnecessarily morbid and depressing, save for perhaps his uncle, but then he was usually so self-absorbed he wouldn’t care one way or another.

Shaking himself clear of his thoughts he refocused on events to hear a response from the rather beaten figure that certainly sounded more confident that it should have for one having been beaten down rather heavily mere moments before. He cocked his head, a thin smile curving his dark lips as he heard the Gauntlets taunting insult before suddenly appearing some distance beyond the rest of the group. Clearly the guy was possessed of more than he had originally presumed, which made him more interesting.

”Asshole am I? At least I wasn’t the one knocked on his ass by some drunk idiot with a lucky throw.” His voice was low and growling, but tinged with a rough laugh as he felt himself warming to this arrogant bastard.

He realised after a moment that the Angelic child had mentioned something about Juliet, whoever they were, as had the drunken imbecile which was a mystery of sorts since from what he could gather that did not appear to be the name of the feline-girl.

”Given that it appears we’re all, what was it again. Ah yes, ‘Heroes’. Then should we perhaps introduce ourselves more formally instead of trying to see how much damage we can cause to one another for the sake of our own pride? Admittedly when I say that I am of course referring to your little gathering, I was merely observing events.” He makes a light mocking bow towards them as a whole before straighting up to await their response.

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Image ”Given that it appears we’re all, what was it again. Ah yes, ‘Heroes’. Then should we perhaps introduce ourselves more formally instead of trying to see how much damage we can cause to one another for the sake of our own pride? Admittedly when I say that I am of course referring to your little gathering, I was merely observing events.” The strange, shadowy man said with a bow.

Tigress pinned her ears back to her head, and debated whether or not she should give out information. Her tail tip twitched with agitation. Who did this man think he was, demanding that they introduce themselves? Tigress was a big girl; she could figure things out for herself.

Tigress nodded once she came to a conclusion, she would give some information, but just enough. Then she would listen to the others’ responses, then shove off and find a decent meal. “I am Tigress, a ‘hero’, per say. Part human, part Panthera tigris altaica, the Amur Tiger, and all bite.” She flashed a pearl-white, fanged smirked and a light wink.

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Astral

She could feel herself waning. She knew she had to go back to her body, recover, but she couldn't just leave now when things were finally calming down. Though she was still wary of him, the man submerged in shadows suggested they all introduce themselves, she believed it was a good idea, though she was pretty sure he had not introduced himself as of yet, which she found odd. But she remained silent, continuing to observe.

Tigress, the feline girl who was apparently part human, part Amur Tiger, was the first to give a formal introduction. Juliet took note, beginning to wonder if she would even be able to introduce herself even if she wanted to. Her energy was definitely drained from the whole situation, and she wasn't really able to concentrate much after what just happened. She decided she'd wait, let everyone else introduce themselves, then, she'd hopefully have enough energy to do something.

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Percussion

Drake's head was reeling. The drunken stupor that he had been in had not left him. On top of that, the wounds he had received were starting to come through the haze and Drake didn't like that. He could feel them starting to sting and burn. He blinked it away, for now (God I could use a whiskey), and turned his attention to the group of 'heroes.'

He turned to the kid in the combat gear, "What? No man, I wasn't being raped. The furry over there was trying to rape this chick and I blasted him away. Then you attacked me and then I went unconscious and had this dream about this chick named Juliet. She said she helped us..."

He trailed off, realizing how stupid he sounded. Still, he couldn't really get her out of his head for some reason. Then the kid that had scared him insulted the whole group and asked for introductions. He wasn't sure why but he felt that he should introduce himself at least, especially if he was ever going to see more of these people.

"I'm Drake Stone, Ex-drummer for the Rebel-Lions. But I guess I'd better come up with a super rad nickname like Tigress over here. Ooh, let's go with 'Percussion.' Has a nice ring to it don't you think?" He said with a cheesy grin.

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Gauntlet

He watched as the pair gave their names, thinking on it the while and hoping for resolve to come to him. Holding his tongue or faltering might give them the impression he were slow, or not all there, and who would want that? It should be said with confidence and silent vigor. Suddenly as it was his turn he'd stride forth toward his new friends with a smile beneath the mask as his hands would rise to the back of his head as if he were stretching looking about and drawing out the moment for them to bask in what he felt was unquestionable sexy.

The Gauntlet would scratch several times, having forgotten completely the names of the people before him. He'd lower the gauntleted hand only to raise it once more, flexing it several times before his eyes before addressing the rest of the group with a silent innocence.

"They call me Gauntlet," as he neared he'd go to place a casual arm about the shoulders of the man known as Pencushion, what a silly name to pick, along with the tiger girl with small nods their way as he reveled in the attention and merriment..

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Angelfire



"Who am I? Thought you never ask!"




"Whoa!" "You guys have some seriously awesome names!" "I wish I was that creative!" "Ooh, Ooh hang on let me think of somethin." Angelfire spoke with the same level of animation that seems to be accustomed of him. He then enter a mock, The Thinker, pose as he silently thought about his name. "Hm, what should I call myself, Fire Man?" "Nah, that would be really weak." "How about Wildfire?" "Sounds kinda of good but I'm not sure if it fits my look." "Magma Boy?" "No, I'm more fiery than...lava-y?" "I fly with wings it looks like, him Firewing?" "No sounds like some sort of liquor." "How about Firebird?" "No wait I think I've seen that in a comic book already." This was the longest he has been silent. He was deep in thought as every attempt for a name was brought nothing but failure.

"Come on Aaron think!" "Wait, wasn't there somethin in the news about me?" He then recalled some news report about what people thought they saw was an angel. Then he got the idea for something really cool. "I got it!" He shouted with revelation. "I am Angelman!" He announced but when he heard it out loud, it didn't sound as cool as it did in his head. "Er...no wait....how about Fiery Angel, y'know like Fiery Devil but reversed?" He asked almost looking for approval. When nobody seemed to respond in any good fashion over the name, he felt small and slightly embarrassed. "Alright, um,...Angelfire?" He spoke letting the name float for awhile. He began to like the name himself, thought it should stay.

In the mean time he noticed the Gauntlet guy, acting a bit more friendly than he thought he would be. But hey the moment of fighting is over. Now it's time for the peace! "Yeah I think I'm gonna stick with Angelfire, y'know since some people thought they saw an angel when I fly in the sky sometimes." Angelfire spoke as he then gained a huge grin. "Well shadow dude, how about you?" "I bet you have an awesome name too!" He spoke as he waited to hear what he came up with.

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"I bet you have an awesome name too!"

The winged boy, though now almost a blurred outline since the brightness of his flames were beginning to cause spots to appear across Mal's vision, seemed to only be able to speak in loud exclamations. Admittedly much less so this time but still slightly irritating. He shook he head slowly, as he mentally repeated each of the names he'd heard so far before looking towards the drunk kid who appeared to be the center of this little drama.

”Just one question for the little drummer boy over there. Was your name Pen-Cushion or Pin-Cushion? or were you attempting a rather strange pun given your previous profession, and going with Percussion instead?”

He pushed himself off the wall slowly and walked over towards them, his shadows slowly melting away in places, but remaining strongest between him and the angel to better protect against the brightness. Where it vanished his body beneath was left in rough and ragged clothes, with his skin lightly shining in the reflected light, glowing a pale alabaster as it contrasted with his pitch black hair.

”And you can call me The Nightlander. For now it suffices.”

His lips curled into a light smile, actually reaching his eyes this time.

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Tigress


Image"I'm Drake Stone, Ex-drummer for the Rebel-Lions. But I guess I'd better come up with a super rad nickname like Tigress over here. Ooh, let's go with 'Percussion.' Has a nice ring to it don't you think?"

Tigress silently hissed under her breath. “Tigress isn’t just my nickname, it’s my identity. I’ve been called that since… ever.” She said, her tone completely serious. It was true. She’d been called Tigress for as long as she could remember. Of course she knew her real name, but everyone she’d ever known always called her by the name Tigress. She sighed. “Forget it…”

"They call me Gauntlet.” The one who proclaimed himself as Gauntlet placed his arm around Tigress and Percussion’s shoulders. She let out an annoyed hiss and shrunk under his touch, hopping to the side.

“Who said you were allowed to touch me?” She snapped, crossing her arms across her chest in aggravation.


"Whoa! You guys have some seriously awesome names! I wish I was that creative! Ooh, Ooh hang on let me think of somethin’." Tigress watched, the tip of her tail twitching with amusement. The corner of her mouth seemed to twitch upward in a small smile. "I got it! I am Angelman!" He shouted, rather excited. Tigress couldn’t help but giggle slightly. The name was a bit silly, and he seemed to notice that. "Er...no wait....how about Fiery Angel, y'know like Fiery Devil but reversed?" Tigress shrugged. It was better than Angelman. "Alright, um,...Angelfire? Yeah I think I'm gonna stick with Angelfire, y'know since some people thought they saw an angel when I fly in the sky sometimes."

Tigress nodded. “Good one.” She flashed him a smile and chuckled. She wasn’t making fun of his name, but the little build up to it. He had been quite embarrassed…

Tigress missed when Angelfire asked Creepy Shadow Dude in the corner what his name was. ”And you can call me The Nightlander. For now it suffices.” Tigress’s smile faded as she glanced at Mister ‘Nightlander’, and she shuddered. He was giving her some serious chills.

“Well, now that we’ve all introduced ourselves… what do we do now?” She questioned, her eyes travelling from each beings among this little group. Her blue eyes had true curiosity in their irises. Her hunger dissipated as it was overwhelmed by all of the other emotions she was feeling.



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Astral

She remained still, listening as everybody introduced themselves to on another. She wondered if she would even be able to introduce herself...perhaps she didn't even really have to. What was the likelihood of all of them meeting again? Slim at best. Though she guessed she could have said the same for all of them meeting in the first place. They all had a connection, they were all different from the rest of the people residing in Hillcrest, they all had powers yes, but it also seemed as though everyone who was here wanted to fight against the corruption in the city, whatever their motives may be.

Maybe it was just the exhaustion from using her powers that was making her think this, but all of them meeting here could change the city, if they worked together...yeah it was definitely just the exhaustion. She decided she might as well remain silent, see what happens. Some may call it cynical to believe that there was no way to change this city for the better, but Juliet thought otherwise, it would probably be better to call it realism. There was no way ordinary people like them could make any changes...

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Angelfire


"An Idea!"



Angelfire gave the biggest grin when he heard the name Nightlander. "Dude...that is fuckin awesome man!" He spoke in the same highly energetic and optimistic mood. Despite this his geek factor has rose through the ceiling. Already when the Tigress spoke about what's next he didn't hesitate to speak his mind. "Alright dudes I think we all know what has to happen next!" Angelfire spoke excitedly. "Come on guys I'm sure you can all guess what should happen next!?" Angelfire barely containing himself as he seemed to vibrate with excitement. "Y'know where all good guys right? And we all have some sort of powers or skills right?" "Powers or skills that normal guys don't really have." Angelfire spoke egging the others on.

"I think you guys know where I'm goin' with this right?" Angelfire spoke in a sort of hesitant yet astonished voice. Like he thinks he knows everyone is on the same page, though worried this is going right over their heads. "I mean we're in a city, and there's like crime and stuff in it." "And I don't mean just some crime, I mean crime ridden!" "So what do you do in a crime ridden city with people like us in it?" Angelfire spoke building up to his point. "Well we fight crime, together!" He spoke in an outburst. "Might as well right?" "It's not like we're usin' these powers for other stuff...er...well...don't answer that." He spoke backing out of that statement. "So?" He asked hoping the others would agree.

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Percussion

"Pin-Cussion? Really? Cmon man, I'm Percussion. And not just because I was a drummer. Shit, I'm still a drummer, except now I don't need my drums to make the kinda noise I wanna make. And for God's sake, I wasn't the one being raped so stop looking at me like that."

Drake stared at the Gauntlet kid as he wrapped his arm over Drake's shoulder. What the hell was with that kid anyways? First he wanted to rip Drake in half, then he plays all buddy buddy? In fact, none of these kids were really the kind of people Drake would normally hang out with. Tigress seemed uppity and over-reactive to everything; Angelfire was too...happy and energetic, especially for someone of his size; and Nightlander...dude was just creepy. So when Angelfire said that they should be in a group together, Percussion burst out laughing.

"HAHAHAHA, What? A super hero group? You've got to be kidding me. Really?"

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His friendship was utterly rejected by the Tigger chick, but no matter. Pencushion seemed fine with it, maybe even warming up to his friendly nature. He'd look about at them all in turn, almost as if less interested in the individuals and more interested in the concepts of them as a whole. They'd wasted the night in retrospect, here they were-- a bunch of heroes and yet had spent all night talking about their names and wrestling around about the whys and whens Pencushion was raped, the whos and wheres, it was almost enough to make him lower his arm..-almost. He'd dispell such notions, sending an awkward glance in the guy's direction before listening back to the group.

"Well we fight crime, together!" At the suggestion the Gauntlet only blinked, though his new friend was cracking up over it. He felt like speaking up, letting them know he prefers to work alone. But, he didn't want to be the first douchebag to start that, and so he'd pull his arm to tug at his gauntlet, playing with the straps and sending a casual glance toward Nightlander, clearly he'd be the first one.

Clearly..

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"Well we fight crime, together!"

The Nightlander raised an eyebrow slowly as he listened to the words again from memory, attempting to make better sense of them a second time round. While he was doing so he heard the strange "percussion" boy blurt out his disbelief at the suggestion as well, though his exact reasoning behind the reaction was unknown to Mal; whereas his own reasoning was plain and clear. Softly he spoke, a faint edge to his words.

”Fight crime together? Is that your master plan? To band together with a group of strangers in the vain hope of making a difference? Somehow I'm doubtful that its going to work, I mean do we trust that we'll work as a team? Each of us protecting other from those who'll most likely oppose us? And mark my words, if we gather into a unit then they will come. Worse than just some thugs or singular creatures bred in a lab. Do you think thats likely?”

He sighed deeply, lowering his head into his spread-eagled finger tips in an exsaperated expression. His rested there for a moment as he shook it slowly from side to side before taking a deep breath and looking up to examine each of them in turn, he then spoke once more.

”What you're suggesting is verging on insanity. However, now that we know that we're not alone in this city. Then it is likely others will assume we're not working alone so it may well be a moot point whether we form a group or not.”

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Image "So what do you do in a crime ridden city with people like us in it? Well we fight crime, together!" Angelfire said with great enthusiasm… and volume. Tigress opened her mouth as if to speak, but she was quickly cut off by the other male who was even louder than Angelfire.

"HAHAHAHA, What? A super hero group? You've got to be kidding me. Really?" His laughter was rather obnoxious, he could have hurt the flaming one’s feelings.

My goodness… what am I? Five? Tigress shook her head is if to clear her thoughts. Her eyes settles on Gauntlet, expecting him to speak up as well since he seemed to be the most cocky of the group. Well, he did pick a fight with three other supers.

”Fight crime together? Is that your master plan? To band together with a group of strangers in the vain hope of making a difference? Somehow I'm doubtful that its going to work, I mean do we trust that we'll work as a team? Each of us protecting other from those who'll most likely oppose us? And mark my words, if we gather into a unit then they will come. Worse than just some thugs or singular creatures bred in a lab. Do you think thats likely?”

The creepy one spoke with a rather exhausted tone. He then sighed, and began to look over each of them. Being the only girl here, she felt very awkward and glared fiercely at Nightlander as he looked at her.

”What you're suggesting is verging on insanity. However, now that we know that we're not alone in this city. Then it is likely others will assume we're not working alone so it may well be a moot point whether we form a group or not.”

Tigress could barely listen to what Nightlander was saying. She was buried in her own thoughts. After thinking it over for a bit, all she mustered out was a deep, rather aggravated, sigh.

“I have to say, Angelfire, that is a very good idea.” Her eyes rested on him for a moment, then landed on Mr. Creepy again. “But I have to second Nightlander. Can we pull this off? I don’t know if you knew this but tigers are known to work and live alone…” Her words seemed to trail off as she completed the sentence in a whisper as she stared into the pavement.

But you’re tired of being alone… He mind fought against her animal instincts.

I am.

Tigress’s head jerked up, her eyes gleaming with determination. “I think we should do it.” She silently positioned herself next to Angelfire, crossing her arms like a stubborn toddler. Her gaze turned icy again as it travelled around the others, daring them to judge her. She looked up at large, flaming Angelfire and flashed a strangely friendly grin.


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"Sadness"


At first Angelfire was excited in his naive way of thinking. Believing everyone else would be as stoked as he was at the idea.
Obviously everyone here had to be some sort of geek inside them. Otherwise how would they come up with these awesome names and costumes? Although he didn't make his own suit and just came up with his name right now. Still besides the point, they all have the imagination to come this far. So why not go further?

But the realization hit him hard. He felt rather depressed and he hasn't felt depressed for long time now. His fire seemed to turn from a bright light to a dim glow. "Oh...really?" He spoke with evident sadness. He also felt embarrassed as Percussion laughed at his idea, and at Nightlander's verbal disagreement. He looked towards Gauntlet hoping he would say something but only remained silent. Then Angelfire looked over at Tigress hoping she would agree.

When she too expressed her doubts, Angelfire's fire looked like dying embers. Angelfire then sighed as he felt alone in his ideals. "Well...I guess I can understand...", he spoke with a frown. But when all hope seemed lost, Tigress came around. When she spoke her agreement. Angelfire gave a small smile, "Thanks." He spoke. Then the brightness of his fire was returning as he looked at the others. "Well me and Tigress are gonna go do it." "Whether you find it stupid, or doubt we can make it work, or just want nothing to do with it!" Angelfire spoke giving looks of disappointment to Percussion, Nightlander, and Gauntlet in order. Angelfire then looked over Tigress, "Well we'll just be a duo or something like that." Angelfire spoke. Although he still wants the whole team thing. "Well if were done here I guess Tigress and I will go save the city and all that shit." "Oh and if you change your mind you can find us at our secret hideout or whatever!" Angelfire spoke as he turned to leave. Even though he still secretly wishes everyone will come.

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Drake quit laughing and listened to the Night guy. He hated the idea of working with these losers, but the dude had a point. If people were gonna attack them, it'd be nice if someone had his back. Though he wasn't sure if he'd want someone like Fist-man watching his back. He sighed. Then Tiger-queen walked over behind the Flamer. She wanted to join up too? He hadn't been expecting anyone to join really.

He didn't know if it was out of logic or peer-pressure, but when the Flamer went to walk away he spoke up. "Wait...Wait. I guess I might as well join up. I got nothing better to do and if it'll keep me from getting my ass kicked by him-" He pointed at Gauntlet, "Then why the hell not?"