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Darkspawn

"The thing that goes 'bump' in the night? That's me..."

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a character in “To The Sky!”, as played by BlackIceRocker

Description

↓ ALIAS
Darkspawn

↓ ALLIANCE
VILLAIN

↓ CLASS
A

↓ ABILITY
Transformation into Darkspawn form (detailed further under APPEARANCE and STRENGTHS sections).

↓ STATS

Human form
▉▉▉▉[][][][][][]⎜AGILITY 4/10
▉▉▉[][][][][][][]⎜STAMINA 3/10
▉▉[][][][][][][][]⎜STRENGTH 2/10
▉▉▉▉▉[][][][][]⎜INTELLIGENCE 5/10

Darkspawn Form
▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉[]⎜AGILITY 9/10
▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉[][]⎜STAMINA 8/10
▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉[][]⎜STRENGTH 8/10
▉▉▉▉▉[][][][][]⎜INTELLIGENCE 5/10

↓ EXTRA NOTES
While she works within the Anti-League, Darkspawn has aspirations of creating her own crime syndicate and taking the city for herself eventually.

↓ FULL NAME
Camilla Westlake

↓ AGE
Age: Twenty-Three
Birthday: 5 September

↓ GENDER
Female

↓ APPEARNACE

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In her human form, Camilla is rather slender and pale-skinned, rather average-sized at five-foot six-inches. She has straight dark silver-black hair that flows just past her shoulder blades. Her eyes are wide and dark and she has a tendency to scan objects and people more than what makes most people comfortable. She has a preference for black clothing and either jeans or black pants and sneakers.

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This form, her so-called “Darkspawn” form, is the source of all of her power. She transforms into a black tar-like substance which writhes and bubbles and forms all sorts of odd shapes. In this form, Camilla takes on the shape of a woman made entirely out of this goop; she is also able to contort this form in any way imaginable, even flatten it out to a puddle if she wishes.

↓ BIOGRAPHY
Like almost every child, Camilla Westlake was always awestruck whenever she watched any of the heroes fly between the skyscrapers of Optima City. She dreamed that one day she would develop powers and help fight crime against the city’s most notorious villains. While she had doubts about her goal, she had heard that there were children that would partake in “Awakening parties”, where students would deliberately throw themselves into life-threatening situations in order to potentially awaken any dormant powers they might have had. Deaths were all too common of an occurrence at these events, and the fact that sometimes teens did spontaneously manifest powers during these rituals only encouraged would-be heroes to partake in these activities. At one such “party”, Camilla took a chance and ended up drinking from a bowl of punch laced with an unknown chemical—someone claimed to have gotten it from a waste management facility where their parents worked. The most important thing was that she had the opportunity to partake, and so she did. The last thing she remembered before blacking out completely was a burning sensation racking her entire body…

When she awoke, Camilla found herself in a hospital bed. Her stomach had been pumped before the chemical could completely destroy her body, but the damage—as the others called it, anyway—had been done. Her power had manifested; whether it was due to some latent genetic mix-up or from the chemical she had consumed, she never knew, nor did she care to know. She could be a hero… until they told her that she was not what they were looking for at the time. Heartbroken and vengeful, she found a villain who was willing to take her on as an apprentice of sorts. At first, she was not very successful, as she had little control over her abilities; however, with time and a few years of experience under her belt, Camilla grew to be a formidable foe to be reckoned with.

When she heard of the formation of an Anti-League, Darkspawn, as she called herself now, jumped at the opportunity to begin work toward undermining the heroes that she had once looked up to. She proved to the others that she was a force to be reckoned with—an invaluable asset to reconnaissance and infiltration missions, an extremely competent fighter, and rather intimidating with her amorphous form. Darkspawn now bides her time and waits for the day where she can claim Optima City as her own—one where she and the other villains would command respect and fear from the mortals and their heroic protectors.

↓ LIKES
-Getting her way
-Extended periods of time in Darkspawn form
-Chaos for the sake of chaos
-Foiling heroic endeavors
-Exacting vengeance on those who she feels have wronged her
-Loud, heavy industrial music

↓ DISLIKES
-Incompetence
-Being injured in human form (blood does not leak from her wounds, rather the stuff that makes up Darkspawn)
-Extended periods of time in human form
-Girly-girl things
-The cold
-Water

↓ FEARS
-Camilla is deathly afraid of water. She cannot swim and her Darkspawn form will disperse and render her useless when she is wet. Despite the fact that her human form is safe from this debilitation, she still fears swimming and even bathing, preferring to shower whenever possible, and even then she is still hesitant to do so.

-Strange enough, Camilla is afraid that there might be another person out there with her abilities. She does not know why this scares her so much, but she knows that she can be the only true Darkspawn, and all other imposters will besmirch her infamy.

↓ ASPIRATIONS
-Camilla was inspired by the heroes of Optima City; however, after her rejection and subsequent defection due to her abilities, she went on a crime spree. Now her goal is to become one of the most feared villainesses Optima City has ever known.

↓ EXTRA TALENTS
-Camilla was aspiring to become a programmer, so she has a slight affinity for computers.
-Camilla also understands a bit of German, having taken a few years of the language in school before dropping out to pursue heroic and later villainous pursuits.

↓ STRENGTHS
Camilla has the ability to transform into what she calls her Darkspawn form. This gives her a plethora of new abilities.

Amorphous Physiology--Darkspawn is made of a goopy black substance that is almost sludge-like in consistency. Because she is more or less made of liquid in this state, she is free to manipulate her body into any shape she can imagine. Darkspawn can create additional "limbs" in the form of arms or tentacles and use these as mere extentions of her body. She is also able to squeeze her body through the tiniest of cracks by deforming and pressing herself against an opening as long as it is not watertight.

Density Control--Darkspawn has such control over her body that she is able to manipulate how dense her body is. While she cannot become intangible as a gas, Darkspawn is able to solidify her body in this form and then re-liquefy it at will, allowing her to strike with a hardened fist one moment then letting her opponent's kick become stuck in or pass right through her body the next.

Elasticity--Darkspawn's body, as stated before, is made of a goop-like substance which she can manipulate however she wishes. She is also able to extend this form and stretch it out as long as it remains attached to the rest of her form. If a part breaks off, it will begin to gravitate back toward the rest of the mass and eventually assimilate back to the form.

Enhanced Durability--In her Darkspawn form, Camilla is all but immune to pain. If she feels any pain whatsoever, she does not show it, nor does she make any mention of it at all. Her Darkspawn form is essentially liquid, which allows any piece that manages to become separated to reform back to the rest of the main body with no ill effects.

Enhanced Strength--Darkspawn's strength increases to unbelievable heights compared to her human form, allowing her to engage in hand-to-hand combat effectively and even restrain foes that may otherwise be stronger than her human form.

Tremorsense--Because her body is comprised of a liquid, Darkspawn is extremely sensitive to vibrations and can even pick them up from impacts against the ground. In this way, she can sense when people are out of her vision by where the vibrations are coming from.

Weapon Creation--Darkspawn, due to her form, can shape her body into various weapons: blades, spikes, huge fists, tentacles--you name it, she can create it. She uses these natural weapons in ways to catch her opponents off-guard as much as possible, adapting her fighting style in order to surprise and bewilder opponents she must fight in hand-to-hand combat.

In her human form, two aspects of her Darkspawn powers remain active. If bare skin comes into contact with solid ground (bare feet, hands, etc.), Camilla can sense the vibrations around her as she can in her amorphous form. In addition, she retains a small percentage of her strength, agility, and stamina from her Darkspawn form.

↓ WEAKNESSES
-Camilla’s biggest weakness is water. Not only is she unable to swim, but it also causes her Darkspawn Form to temporarily disintegrate and deform, rendering her next to useless. While in her human form she is immune to the forces of water, she still fears that being immersed might lead to her being unable to use her powers.

-Camilla does not like cold places. The cold makes her movements sluggish and stiff, especially in her Darkspawn Form.

-Camilla requires copious amounts of food in order to maintain her Darkspawn form for long amounts of time. She has no qualms about enveloping innocent bystanders in order to achieve this, however. If she overexerts herself using her Darkspawn form, she may fall unconscious and require an extended rest period in order to recover.

So begins...

Darkspawn's Story

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It was this day. The one day out of the entire year where Camilla Westlake was forced to be a nobody. Granted, this was both good and bad for her--she wanted to go out and cause all sorts of chaos, perhaps rob a bank or two just to store away the extra money for a rainy day, but no, those damned heroes wanted a ceasefire day. They wanted it "to protect the civilians of Optima City", but frankly, she could have cared less about the civilians. She knew that those heroes were being lazy and just wanted a day where they didn't have to worry about people like her screwing up the city for everyone.

Too bad for everyone else, though, that's exactly what she wanted to do more than anything else. What villain wasn't in it for themselves? Take a bit of money for themselves, strike fear in the hearts of the ones that could do nothing to stop her from doing whatever she pleased--well, except on this day, of course...

"Damn ceasefire..." she muttered to no one in particular, forcing her way through the crowds of people. She was rather glad that not many people knew what her human form looked like--one of the many perks of being able to shift into a mass of... something--Camilla had no idea what this stuff was, even after seven-plus years of being able to transform into the goop that she called her Darkspawn form. Still, it seemed to suit her purposes well enough; it allowed her to move virtually undetected around the city, whether through the sewer system or flattening herself out across an unsuspecting passerby's clothing--a trick she had picked up, funny enough, from watching a cartoon some years ago. Funny how inspiration could strike from the more bizarre tastes that she thought she had outgrown...

Regardless, she pushed her way through the masses of people, recognizing a few faces as either heroes or fellow villains that had decided to join in the "festivites", as the civilians decided to call them. What exactly were the celebrating--a day of peace before their lives were put in danger for the other three-hundred-sixty-four days out of the year? It was pointless, she felt--utterly and completely unnecessary in her mind. Why did the damn heroes need a day to celebrate themselves anyway!? The news was always full of their exploits--what they needed was a holiday for the villains! As stupid of an idea as that was, she kept it filed away in the back of her mind--maybe some of the others would find the idea as stupid as she did.

After walking among the crowd for a few minutes, she stopped to take a look at some of the modern architecture, analyzing it and taking in the craftwork that the city's construction crews put into it. She smirked, realizing that her new protegee would be able to inflict all sorts of damage to these structures--and how enthusiastic he would be about it too! That kid with the teeth did say he was rather fond of concrete... He had some interesting tastes, she'd give him that.

She moved along with the throngs of people once more, keeping tabs of who was out and about on this day. Out of the corner of her eye, someone familiar caught her attention--a tall man with caramel-colored skin and clothing that seemed to accentuate his physique. Camilla recognized him as Frank Scarpa, a rogue who had some sort of vendetta against a super known as Curiass. She never quite knew where he stood on issues--normally, he was out for his own benefit, which would have made him a perfect candidate for a villain; however, he had at times made it perfectly clear that he did not want to be affiliated with their "lot", as he call the Anti-League once before. She might have made a comment to him if she were not so focused on making sure that she could carry out her plan in the next few days. Camilla needed the money more than she cared for interacting with someone who could potentially defeat her and throw everything off-balance.

After walking for a bit, longer, she finally came across the building she was looking for: the First Bank of Optima City. Of course she knew that it was trapped--the heroes would not sit idly by and allow someone like Darkspawn to literally ooze her way through the cracks. Everything would be either electrified or reinforced... which was where the new kid would come into play. If he could chew his way through the concrete and the steel, there might not be a need to go in directly... although if security was going to be slightly higher because of the potential crime spree that might break out because of the ceasefire, it might be easier to sneak in some other way...

As she walked around the bank structure, she took a look behind her--where was the kid? Had he run off on his own when he realized that he had almost free reign of the day? She cursed under her breath as she realized that he might be going off to cause more trouble than necessary. Still, it was a day off. She thought it might actually be a good day to settle down, maybe go out and grab a bite to eat--something that she rarely indulged in. Camilla patted her pocket and felt a bit of money in her jeans pocket. With a bit of a smirk across her face, she found a small cafe away from all the riff-raff from the throngs of people wandering around. She sat at a table inside and waited on a passing server.

"I'd like a diet cola and a Reuben," she ordered, raising an eyebrow after taking a look at the menu. She found a glass of water sitting at her seat and she took a quick sip, forcing herself to look as normal as possible while doing so--

Of course they would both be here--Necrosis and Curiass, Optima City's latest "super-couple", as the tabloids put it. Camilla felt like melting away at this point, but it was physically impossible for her to do so in Curiass' presence. She quickly grabbed a menu and pretended to read from it, hoping that she didn't draw too much attention her herself--she did not want to interact with the heroes, especially if she was forced to be social with them.

Please, whatever deities might be looking down on the city, do not let them notice me here now...

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Scarpa's brief presence hadn't gone unnoticed by the brooding super. If it had been any other day, it would have been a clear invitation to join him outside and beat the shit out of him. Eric's frown deepened. It was a tad harder than most, because the son of a bitch was immune to his negating abilities. The one super he couldn't power down as much as he wanted to. 
Instead, his rich brown eyes merely studied the rogue for a long moment or two before returning to the paper in front of him. Patience was a virtue, as he had once been told. One day, he would get his chance to put the bastard out of his misery. He drained his glass, ordering the same again from a pretty waitress hovering nearby. He wanted something stronger, but he couldn't get pissed this hour of day now, could he? 

A familiar voice drew his gaze upwards to meet a pair of cool grey eyes. His scowl deepened again. Her eyes were annoyingly pretty, not enough to redeem her, but enough to give her the upper hand when they caught him off guard. 
"Princess," He muttered gruffly, praying that she would just move on. He had no such luck. Be it his use of his nickname for her, which irritated her so much, or just Lilith herself, however, she stayed. 
His scowl just kept growing and growing. 

"Constructive? Like prancing around the city like an idiot spreading love and joy?" Eric scoffed, narrowing his gaze at the porcelain figure in front of him. He knew her routine of giving several interviews, a couple of photo shoots with designer takes on her costume, followed by a donation of blood to the city hospital on the QT. 
Eric hated doing PR, despite how photogenic every magazine in the city told him he was. He couldn't stand being styled and groomed to within an inch of his sanity, posing for hours on end. 
Especially when those same magazines would insinuate things between himself and Necrosis.

He was about to ask her if she was going to sit down or get out when he noticed a figure sitting at a table across from them. A dark-haired woman whom he vaguely recognised. Screw the rules, they'd thank him for it later. He pushed out and strengthened the boundary of his power. 
"Don't look now, princess, but we have Darkspawn for company."

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Jacob Worthing walked down the road, keeping his head down and his laptop clutched to his chest. The young man was trying to get to his usual café (preferably in his usual spot in the corner too) without breaking anything. Or at least, without breaking anything else. He had already broken another ATM this morning, making it spit money at him. Rather violently too. This led to the security guys going nuts and trying to figure out the problem when they realised it was just Jacob. He sort of figured his life was going down the toilet when he could be chased by security guards and when they’ve caught Jacob, they can ask how his sisters are. Individually. By name.

And then he had gone to get the shopping. Should have been fine but there had been a huge display of hero action figures by the checkout which had started talking when Jacob passed. However, they didn’t stop talking after he had carried on his way. Instead, they may have gotten a tad louder. Then there was the checkouts themselves, the self service. Jacob swore that the self-service checkout voice over lady hated him. She was so violent and kept claiming he hadn’t put something in the bagging area. It was in the freaking bagging area, goddamn it.

So far, the ceasefire anniversary day wasn’t going so well. And then there was the day itself! It was meant to be a day on which there was no trouble caused by Supers. That was fine, understood, perfectly clear. Unfortunately, no one had informed Jacob’s powers and they were acting up quite a bit today. More so than usual. He had already broken another mobile just walking down the street. And the electricity thing was just being a total prick today. All this was not helped by the abundance of villains, heroes and rogues that littered the street as it just made the young man a lot more nervous. What if he blew up somebody’s phone and they figured it out?! Or what if he gave away a bit too much information. Jacob knew he was bad for that. He kept saying things he shouldn’t know. But it was hard to block out the constant stream of information from the internet and some of that information stuck. Usually it was just the basic Facebook and Twitter rubbish but other times…Like the day he accidently caught hold of a military database was terrifying. So much information he really shouldn’t have been able to see. Jacob felt that if he looked at it, he would remember and would say the wrong thing to the wrong person. It usually ended up like that with him anyway.

Jacob pushed the door of the café open, hoping just to slip into his little booth, order his incredibly sweet drink and write out that stupid report to that stupid company in the quiet and secluded corner when he spotted three people that sent little tremors through his hands. He froze, unable to move. Supers. Three of them. He recognised them from another database he had accidently picked up (he really had to learn not to do that) and endless PR shoots. Necrosis and Curiass sat at a table. The villain Darkspawn wasn’t too far away from them.

Damn.

Just what he didn’t want to happen today.

Figuring he couldn’t just stand in the door all day despite his legs refusing to do much else, Jacob nervously hopped over to his usual seat. His eyes were locked onto the three Supers as he booted up the computer on the table. Well, at least with Curiass over there, Jacob might not blow anything else.

One could hope.

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Character Portrait: Darkspawn Character Portrait: Eric Haydon Character Portrait: Jacob Henry Worthing Character Portrait: Lilith Ross Character Portrait: Frank Scarpa Character Portrait: Isaac Truelock
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"A myriad of supers, heroes and villains alike. So much power. So much energy." The nagging, power hungry side of Frank taunted him as Darkspawn, or rather her human self, Camilla entered the scene. Shortly after, a smaller, techie-type boy followed suite, most likely just a bystander in all this, but he radiated an odd power as well.

"You could take Curiass's powers without much of a fight. You've done it before. The others you've studied, except for that boy hard-wired into his computer in the corner. Maybe he could be help. It seems like the machines around him are acting up." Frank's voice barreled off scenarios in his head of taking the others down, proving himself the most powerful super of all. But he never wanted that. All he wanted was to lie low until he could figure out a way to fix himself.

"Ooh I know, he must be a technomancer. The ones that make the machines do what they want. Looks like he isn't as adept at it though. So, we take Eric's power, let Darkspawn get one, maybe two hits on you for good measure,-"

"Shut up shut up shut up..." He muttered inaudibly.

"Feed off of her then douse her with the suppression. Hold that on her while you abuse her power to drown the brit, whatever her name is again, and Eric."

"No, no, no I don't want this."

"Then use the boy's powers to fry Camilla and the heroes for good measure. It's fool proof!" Frank's hand shot into his pocket, pulling out an MP3 Player and some ear buds. Once his mind started going, the only thing that could stop his thought process was music. It was his solace after being all alone for so long. However, the feeling was short lived as his phone buzzed to life in his other pocket. "A message?" He wondered aloud as the screen flashed to life. The limo down the block. Get in. I have a job or two for you. Rewards will be discussed in full, but expect high pay. ~Bell

"Anything to take my mind off all this ruckus." Frank sighed as he spotted the sleek, black, stretch limo, a few doors away. The engine idled, begging him to get a move on. Stepping into the back seat, he was met only with a tinted window dividing him and the dark shape he could only presume was Bell. A deafening silence hung in the air between them.

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Character Portrait: Darkspawn Character Portrait: Laurynn "Eiseth" Nicole Peters Character Portrait: Eric Haydon Character Portrait: Jacob Henry Worthing Character Portrait: Ryan Nathaniel Dahl "Chóro"
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She saw Curiass looking across the way, giving her that glance and making sure she wasn't able to use her powers. Unlike some people, she actually had some respect for the armistice that had been struck some years back. It wasn't like she was going to use them on this particular day--not out of respect for the treaty, but because she knew she would easily be outnumbered by the sheer number of goody-goody heroes and potential civilian wannabe-heroes that would attempt to get in her way. Of course, she knew that they would not stand a chance as soon as she was able to get away from Curiass, but she sort of figured that as soon as she moved, he would attempt to stay on her tail for as long as possible--he could be so overzealous sometimes.

Another young man walked into the cafe, taking a seat in a booth before opening his laptop and staring at her from over the screen. Why did everyone seem to know who she was today, even not in her Darkspawn form? The kid with the laptop, though... he seemed familiar somehow... Had she seen him from somewhere before?

The waiter returned to the table, Camilla's sandwich and drink in hand. She nodded slightly and began to eat her meal, even feeling as uncomfortable with the situation at hand. If the food was still good, then at least there was something else--

Of course! That kid with the laptop--she had seen him in the news! Something about exploding ATMs with a thought! That'd be something interesting for the Anti-League for sure... Although it might prove to be too much attention for the press at this time, with a bit of training--by someone else, not her; she was not capable of even trying to comprehend how this could be done--he could really prove an asset to her cause...

It would have to wait, though; she had devoured her sandwich without even realizing how quickly she had gone through it. Not even a taste remained in her mouth, which actually saddened her somewhat. She did not often get the chance to just... walk around like that, although given the opportunity, she would rather avoid most of the rabble that she viewed to be beneath her anyway. It's something that any villain would do, and Camilla was no exception.

However, today was the one day where she was required to be somewhat lawful and civil, which she loathed. Reaching into her pocket, she placed her money on the table and left the restaurant, flashing a quick smirk at the boy with the laptop on her way out before turning toward Curiass and scowling disapprovingly at him--they both knew what he did, but she did not say a word as she exited the cafe, taking to the streets once again.

The crowds were beginning to die down slightly, but there were still throngs of people mulling about the various stands and exhibits in the streets. She needed to find Swallow somewhere among these people--knowing him, he'd have caused some sort of chaos among the people just by taking a bite from some portion of a stand and watching it all collapse before his eyes. While normally she would have encouraged such behavior on any other day, this particular day was off-limits, as much as she detested it, she at least tried to honor it... if only because the heroes were just wandering the streets and would pick up on any sort of crime in an instant.

However, when she turned a corner among the stalls, she ran into a familiar face talking with a not-so-familiar one; the succubus known as Eisith was talking to a human with snow-white hair and a rather pale complexion. The kid with the teeth had a crush on her--she couldn't get the kid to shut up about it, either--and she seemed intent on getting to know the object of her protegee's affection... Then again, if she was a succubus, it wouldn't matter all that much, considering most men would have fallen under her charm anyway just because of her nature. With a huge grin on her face, she took a few steps toward the unsuspecting demon.

"So you're the famous Eisith that my... 'friend' drools over?" she cut in to whatever conversation they might have been having, although they did not seem to be talking when she had interjected. "I must say, you're rather comely for a succubus, but that's not saying much now, is it?" She suddenly felt a lot more fluid now that Cuirass was not following her, although something about the demon's 'date' seemed... off... Was he a super? She had a hard time remembering the face; perhaps it would come to her eventually...

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Before Ryan had a chance to reply to her question Laurynn saw an unfamiliar face walk up. She was a woman who stood about an inch shorter than Laurynn. She had black hair that hung just past her shoulders and wore a black top. She was relatively attractive and this interested Laurynn. "So you're the famous Eiseth that my... 'friend' drools over? I must say, you're rather comely for a succubus, but that's not saying much now, is it?"
Laurynn smiled at her brushing off the back handed compliment, she knew she was the most beautiful succubus on hell or earth and she didn't need to tell anyone, "Well hello there, please call me Laurynn only those low enough to be my targets call me Eiseth, and you are certainly above that." Her tone implies respect and friendliness as she speaks. " So you say you're friend drools over me? Well I suppose that's not uncommon. I mean my friend Ryan here just helped me to escape from a young man with odd teeth who was pestering me." She motions toward Ryan, in a simple introduction. "Although I might visit him later, if I desire an easy target. I prefer a challenge however, it's more fun that way." She smiled an almost devious smile with her last words.

She fueled her next words with a seduction much greater than was natural, it took some effort but it did not show on her face. She hoped it would have an affect on this woman. "Sometimes this beauty is as much a curse as anything. Although men drooling over you is probably something you understand as well, you are quite the attractive lady yourself." Women are so much harder to seduce than men, although my abilities have turned many a 'straight' woman into a writhing pile of pleasure on my bed. as she thought this she winked at this new comer flirtatiously and fluttered her two small pairs of wings in an extremely seductive manner that has worked numerous times in the past, hoping to entice the woman. "Ryan and I were on our way to get something to drink. Would you care to join us? I was thinking coffee, but whatever it is you two desire would be more than acceptable to me." As she mentioned Ryan she wrapped her arm around him as one would do with an old friend, implying she knew him much better than she did. She twirled her long platinum white hair in her fingers as she awaited a reply, a friendly and less overtly seductive technique that she often employs when her target did not fall for her over the top antics. She doesn't really have a target at the moment, but she was bored, and as interested as she was in finding out why Ryan did not seem to be as affected by her as most men, she did enjoy a challenge and this woman might be just the challenge she was looking for. Plus it had been a while since she absorbed some energy from someone, and she had no intention of draining either of her companions to death, just enough to maintain her body for another month or so, sure she could last another week but why wait when you have two people who could help right in front of you.

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As Ryan was tearing his way through the sweet roll, a huge satisfied smile on his face, someone walked up to them. He could tell it was a woman from the sound of her footsteps, but her face and other features remained a mystery to him. Regardless, everything was fine. Today was the day that supers were on break. No reason to get all anxious. When she got close enough, she spoke, though Ryan still couldn't see her face, she wasn't quite that close. "So you're the famous Eiseth that my... 'friend' drools over? I must say, you're rather comely for a succubus, but that's not saying much now, is it?" Ryan just turned to look at her, his eyes smiling, though his mouth was preoccupied with delicious frosted goodness. The voice appeared to be addressing Laurynn, who in turn responded to it. His new friend must be very popular to be recognized by quite so many people. "Well hello there, please call me Laurynn only those low enough to be my targets call me Eiseth, and you are certainly above that." Her tone implied respect and friendliness as she spoke. It was the same voice she was using with Ryan. It was gentle, obviously spoken through a smile. However, there was something different about the way she said it. Ryan couldn't quite put his finger on it. Now that he thought about it, that something was in both voices, a sort of razor edge that implied competition. It was strange. As soon as Ryan thought he heard it, it was gone again.

"So you say your friend drools over me? Well I suppose that's not uncommon. I mean my friend Ryan here just helped me to escape from a young man with odd teeth who was pestering me." Ryan tore himself away from his bun to "look" at the person whom he was addressing, wiping his face with a napkin before smiling and waving. "Hello." Ryan said cordially. "Although I might visit him later, if I desire an easy target. I prefer a challenge however, it's more fun that way." Ryan tilted his head and "looked" at Laurynn. He didn't quite understand what that last bit meant. Was she a super? Further, why was she attempting to attack someone? Wouldn't that make her a villain? No, no, today was the temporary truce. There would be no fighting today.

Ryan was too puzzled by her last statement to fully catch Laurynn's next one. If he had, despite his massive naivete, even he would have felt something after hearing such loaded words. Quite literally, as, unbeknownst to Ryan, Laurynn's words were her best weapons. He did, however, catch the butt end of her statement. "...Ryan and I were on our way to get something to drink. Would you care to join us? I was thinking coffee, but whatever it is you two desire would be more than acceptable to me." As she mentioned Ryan she wrapped her arm around him as one would do with an old friend. Ryan, whose face was once more buried in his cinnamon bun, squirmed almost imperceptibly, just enough so that Laurynn would feel it. He didn't mind if his new friend stood so close to him, but this close was a little too much. "Umm... not to be ungrateful, though I do appreciate the company, would you mind accompanying me to a place that doesn't sell only coffee. It's just not my favorite is all." Ryan said, after finishing his bun and wiping his mouth once more; making sure he appeared presentable. "Also, I'm sorry Miss, I didn't catch your name. We've both introduced ourselves," Ryan said, motioning to himself and Laurynn, as well as stepping out of Laurynn's arm. "However, I don't think I caught your name. Who do I have the pleasure of meeting?" Ryan asked cordially, a large smile on his face and his hand extended politely.

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"Well hello there, please call me Laurynn; only those low enough to be my targets call me Eiseth, and you are certainly above that." The succubus was rather well-mannered and respectful, Camilla would have to give her that. Funny, though, that Eiseth had no idea who she was--or if she did, she did a damn good job of not showing it. Regardless, Camilla knew what she was trying to do--the archives at the Anti-League had a somewhat extensive history on most of the rogues that might make for potential candidates for villainy, and Eiseth was one of the more noteworthy rogues that the order had been keeping tabs on. She knew what the succubus was capable of, and she was attempting to remain unaffected from her supernatural charm as possible.

"So you say your friend drools over me? Well, I suppose that's not uncommon. I mean, my friend Ryan here just helped me to escape from a young man with odd teeth who was pestering me." Odd teeth? Was that...? It had to be the kid--he would run into one of his idols in the street and pester her; he was a total fanboy for this sort of thing. "Although I might visit him later if I desire an easy target. I prefer a challenge, however; it's more fun that way." Camilla smirked--he figured he'd enjoy the attention, but that was not her problem.

"Don't we all prefer a challenge, Laurynn?" the newcomer oozed, a smirk across her face. "It's what makes life interesting, no?" She understood what she was trying to do--there would be none of that today, she was adamant about that.

"Sometimes this beauty is as much a curse as anything. Although men drooling over you is probably something you understand as well--you are quite the attractive lady yourself." There was something behind those words... a bit of power trying to burrow its way into her brain. Infatuation. Camilla would have none of that nonsense, even as Eiseth twirled her blonde hair around one finger and fluttered her wings coyly. Perhaps that would work wonders on men and teens, but not so much on an adult woman who transformed into an amorphous mass of inky darkness.

The black-haired woman chuckled. "You flatter me, but I'm not quite the romantic type... At least, not nearly as open about it as you are. Then again, it's what you do, no?" If only she knew...

The white-haired man looked somewhat surprised and caught off-guard as the succubus wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "Ryan and I were on our way to get something to drink. Would you care to join us? I was thinking coffee, but whatever it is you two desire would be more than acceptable to me." Eiseth was pulling out all the stops to get her to come with, wasn't she? Of course, she really should be looking out for her protegee, but she figured it could wait a bit--the little hellion would be causing all sorts of trouble even if she was there to stop him.

"Eh, what the hell? I've got nothing better to do..." she shrugged. "Although I'd prefer not going to the cafe on Constellation Avenue... It was too crowded there, and I'm slightly claustrophobic..." It was a dumb lie and she knew it; however, there was a reason she did not want to go back to that cafe, but the others did not need to know about it. It would not have explained why she was outside on this particular day, but hey, it was what she could come up with on the spot.

"Also, I'm sorry Miss, I didn't catch your name. We've both introduced ourselves," the white-haired man cut in, motioning to himself and Laurynn, as well as stepping out of Laurynn's arm. "However, I don't think I caught your name. Who do I have the pleasure of meeting?" He extended a hand out, looking at the black-haired woman but simultaneously looking staring through her.

"Eh... you can just call me Cam, I guess..." she replied, extending her hand out to shake 'Ryan's' hand--at least, that's what the succubus had called him; for all she knew, Eiseth was lying to her about him, but she had no way of knowing for sure. "I'm sure my friend can wait until later..." she raised an eyebrow toward Eiseth, almost implicitly telling her that she knew what the woman was trying to do.

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Laurynn smiled as the woman responded "Eh what the hell? I've got nothing better to do ... Althoug I'd prefer not going to the cafe on Constellation Avenue ... It was too crowded there, and I'm slightly claustrophobic ... " The woman had no expression on her face as she said this, giving no indication of anything but the truth.

"Don't worry honey, we all get that way sometimes, in fact I feel claustrophobic all the time, so many people crowding me I just have to get the hell out of there." She said as her smile turned to a more concerned and understanding look.

"Also, I'm sorry Miss, I didn't catch your name. We've both introduced ourselves" This time Ryan spoke up, something Laurynn wasn't quite expecting but she smiled at him reassuringly as he motioned to the two of them, "However, I don't think I I caught your name. Who do I have the pleasure of meeting?" He asked and Laurynn looked back at their new companion waiting for her response.

"Eh ... you can just call me Cam, I guess ... " She replied shaking Ryan's hand, at which point she turned to Laurynn with an eyebrow raised, " I'm sure my friend can wait until later ... " Laurynn instantly knew what Cam was thinking. "How dare she, no one talks to me that way. I would never actually stoop so low as to target someone like him, I'd rather walk into the dream of some man I didn't know that one who approached me, no fun in a willing target. " Laurynn thought her face forming a pout.

Laurynn's trademark smiled returned as she began to speak again. "Don't worry honey, I'm in no rush to visit him, in fact as I mentioned earlier, challenges are ever so much more fun" with the last part of the sentence Laurynn yet again winked and fluttered her wings coyly, hoping to entice the woman, I don't really want her, but I want to know I could have her ... she thought pouring a little extra seduction into her next words. "He's beneath me anyway, I prefer someone of an equal standing to myself" It would have been clear to Camilla that Laurynn was referring to her, however Ryan might not have caught the subtle intricacies of what Laurynn was saying.

"Anyway back to the topic at hand. Where to go get something to drink. ... OH! I know just the place!" Laurnn said excitedly. "It's not far from here, unfortunately it's not a part of the fair that we were enjoying together just moments ago." Laurynn looked to Ryan as she said this hoping he wouldn't be too upset. "But it is one of my favorite places, it's just the road, on Fifth Avenue. If we walk, I'll point it out to you guys." She said smiling. I'm not sure what Ryan will think of Johnson's Pub and Brewery, but he didn't want coffee so I'll bet he likes sweet things, and on top of a large selection of craft beer, they have in house brewed Root Beer, and the best root beer float I've ever tasted. I hope he likes it. Laurynn smiled as they walked.

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As his new friend 'Cam' shook his hand, Ryan tilted his head to the side. "Oops, I just realized that I hadn't formally introduced myself. As my friend Laurynn said, my name is Ryan. It's very nice to meet you." Ryan said, a large, childish smile on his face. As she shook his hand, Ryan took a small moment to examin her features. Nothing out of the ordinary, and he didn't recognize her face from anywhere. She just must be a regular old people then. Great! Ryan loved making new friends, and super-less people made the best friends. They were the most trusting, the most accepting. As soon as he as finished, Ryan stepped back towards Laurynn so as to remove himself from Cam's personal bubble. Obviously Laurynn didn't mind being so close to him, which Ryan didn't mind either, so it was best to stay where he knew he wouldn't offend anyone. After that, he let Laurynn speak up once again, as he wasn't quite sure what to do in this situation. He didn't have a destination in mind, nor did he want to. Wandering was fun.

"Don't worry honey, I'm in no rush to visit him, in fact as I mentioned earlier, challenges are ever so much more fun." Laurynn said, shuddering her wings for a second. Was she cold? It was a beautiful sunny day. What the heck? Ryan just shrugged and "looked" around, attempting to play it off as if he were actually looking for something fun to do. "He's beneath me anyway, I prefer someone of an equal standing to myself." Ryan didn't get it, but he nodded vigorously anyway. "Yup yup. It's always best to be with people who are close to you." Ryan said. Not knowing the implications of such words.

"Anyway back to the topic at hand. Where to go get something to drink. ... OH! I know just the place!" Laurnn said excitedly. Ryan instantly started paying attention once more. Food was being discussed and he was both terribly thirsty and ravenously hungry. "It's not far from here, unfortunately it's not a part of the fair that we were enjoying together just moments ago." Laurynn looked to Ryan as she said this hoping he wouldn't be too upset. "But it is one of my favorite places, it's just the road, on Fifth Avenue. If we walk, I'll point it out to you guys." Ryan smiled. "Yay! I like the sound of that. I am very thirsty. Let's go!" Ryan grinned childishly once more and skipped off ahead. He only made it a few paces before he turned around, a silly look on his face. "Hehehe, I don't know where the place is. I have to let you lead." Ryan rubbed the back of his neck with his left hand as he said it, chuckling the whole time.

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"Don't worry honey, I'm in no rush to visit him, in fact as I mentioned earlier, challenges are ever so much more fun. He's beneath me anyway, I prefer someone of an equal standing to myself." While she would have most definitely agreed that the new kid was below her level, the succubus was most definitely trying to assert herself as someone comparable to her! Camilla did her best to stifle a chuckle--this Eiseth character was amusing now... Dangerous, but amusing all the same. Perhaps she would have to come back with a bit of reinforcement later just to ensure that she would "listen" to her proposition about joining the Anti-League... The brief thought flickered for just a moment before the black-haired woman shook her head and drove it out of her mind. She was trying to concentrate on not blowing this entire situation out of hand--the damn armistice was not preventing her from changing form, but it most certainly would draw too much unneeded attention--something Camilla did not need to deal with at this point, especially with so many heroes within shouting distance...

"Anyway back to the topic at hand. Where to go get something to drink... OH! I know just the place!" Laurynn seemed rather excited as she rattled off the location of a pub that was a slight walk away, but it just happened to be secluded enough that any potential heroes might not want to interfere with a potential meet-up of villains. Granted, this was not the reason for Camilla's decision to accompany the succubus, but it was better than slinking off to her lair once again. She still had some money in her pocket anyway; if not, there was always the debit card...

The white-haired boy seemed rather excited about the prospect of getting a drink--the succubus was eager to show off her skills and her new "boyfriend", wasn't she? Regardless of what other ulterior motives she had for attempting to control the young man, Camilla could respect someone that manipulated the people for her own gains--personal, monetary, or even for sustenance. It was most becoming of someone that could be steered on the path of villany, that was for sure. If only there was some way to convince her of the benefits someone like her could receive from joining them...

After a few minutes of walking, they came to their destination: one Johnson's Pub. The air smelled of alcohol and fried foods--something that Camilla did not get to experience very often, but she concealed her surprise rather well, all things considered. The group found a small booth in the back of the restaurant, and Camilla made sure that she was sitting on one side alone--the last thing she wanted was either of them getting too close for comfort, especially the succubus. The black-haired woman knew exactly what she was trying to do, and she did not appreciate it at all. Maybe her other friend would be less of a challnge--or perhaps he was already enthralled, she could not tell--but Camilla was determined to maintain her resolve for as long as she was able... And if it came to it, well, she could always say she was acting in self-defense...

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The group didn't talk much on their short walk, and no one said anything as they arrived at their destination, Laurynn simply pointed them to the door and they walked in, Camilla lead the way to a small booth in the back of the restaurant. They sat down, Laurynn next to Ryan, pinning him to the inside of the booth, and Camilla on her side alone. Before they began talking a fairly attractive young waitress walked up to their table with a menu and three glasses of water. "Hello everyone, I'm Nicole and I'll be your server today. Can I start ya'll off with a few drinks?" She said cheerfully, she was one of those people who was always happy, no matter what was going on. "ooh this will be fun, I bet I can get her to give us the meal on the house" Laurynn thought to herself smiling a little devilishly. "Well hello Nicole, how are you today, I'd like to start off with a whiskey coke if it's not to much trouble." She said he voice singing with seduction as her wings fluttered coyly yet again. "Well it would be not trouble at all hun, is there anything else I can get you?" The waitress said to the table waiting for the groups orders. "You guys everything's on me so please don't hold back. The food here really is amazing as well. In fact, Nicole would you mind adding in one of your Spicy Buffalo Burgers to my order? It really is my favorite thing here, but all of it is wonderful." She said praising the food but making it seem as if she were complimenting Nicole personally. "Thank you so much hun, we do whatever we can to make sure you have a wonderful experience when you visit us." Nicole responded, clearly falling under Laurynn's influence. Oh this is just too easy, I can get whatever I want out of this girl. And she is rather cute, we'll have to see how things go. Laurynn thought as that same sly smile appeared on her face again. Nicole waited patiently as the other two ordered their drinks, and food, she seemed to enjoy being at their table, and almost didn't want to leave and bring the order to the bartenders and cooks.

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Blake smiled widely, making the wind pick up again.

I really should stop doing that, she admonished her self. But sometimes she just couldn't help getting excited. It almost made her wonder what would happen if someone made her mad. It had never really happened before, so who knew?

She was anxious to start drawing them, but the taller boy had a point. Blake herself hadn't had more for breakfast than a cup of tea. Her Nanan always did say that she ate like a bird.

She ignored the twinge of pain at the thought. Nanan had been gone for years, and she shouldn't still be mourning. Thoughts about what she would do or say would catch up to her occasionally and strike out of nowhere. Blake wasn't ever prepared for them and could wind up in a subdued funk that lasted for hours or even days if she let it.

No. Don't think about that. Stay in the present, girl.

Replacing her book into her black messenger bag, she replied to Mr. Super, "I know a good place, a few blocks away on Fifth avenue. The food is pretty great and I don't think it'll be overly crowded quite yet."

Though judging by the shiny piece of what looked like a soda can stuck in the teeth of Mr. Green, he may not exactly have been too picky about what he ingested.

"I would like to warn you though," she continued, "The wait staff is insanely perky. I mean, like if a cheerleader and a parakeet somehow managed to reproduce, these girls would be the super happy mutant babies." She finished with a sheepish grin and a rock back onto her heels.

Her eyes also darted quickly over to the taller guy to see if he had any reaction to her emphasis on the word. The suspicious look on his face had told her exactly how apprehensive he was feeling. She might as well confirm what he already suspected.

"By the way," she chirped, "I don't think I got your names?"

(OOC: I tagged you other guys because we're heading your way.)

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The group didn't talk much on their short walk over, and there wasn't much need to. The thought of getting something to drink and a snack to munch was far too pressing for Ryan's mind to process much else. Laurynn lead the way across the street, into the bar and finally to a small booth in the back of the restaurant. They sat down, Laurynn next to Ryan, pinning him to the inside of the booth, and Camilla on her side alone. The air smelled of something that was deep fried and AMAZING! Ryan was always hungry, and when he saw a giant boot of root beer float pass by, he actually started salivating. This place was fantastic! Even though he couldn't see much, Ryan's eyes were darting all over the place, trying to absorb the delicious aroma in the air through every possible sensory input. However, before he could ask where they were and why they chose this place, someone spoke up. She was just barely on the edge of Ryan's border, so he couldn't quite make out her whole body, but she looked nice enough and brought them menus and some water. He didn't squint, or even remotely let on that he couldn't see. He just smiled kindly in her direction before burying his nose in the menu.

"Hello everyone, I'm Nicole and I'll be your server today. Can I start ya'll off with a few drinks?" She said cheerfully, she was one of those people who was always happy, no matter what was going on, wasn't she? One of those.... Morning people. Ryan made a small noise of disgust under his breath. 'Morning people are the scum of the Earth...' Ryan thought to himself. Though he would never wish harm on another, morning people were just asking you to punch them. "Well hello Nicole, how are you today, I'd like to start off with a whiskey-coke if it's not too much trouble." Ryan heard Laurynn say, as he found what he was looking for. The appetizer platter and a huge float to go with it. There was a little something of everything to try, and it all sounded so delicious, 'Hopefully I won't have to share...' Not, of course, that Ryan wouldn't mind sharing if couldn't eat it all. Ryan was just feeling really hungry, and his stomach was trying to tell him that sharing was a bad idea. Audibly. Ryan blushed a little and patted his stomach. "Hehehe, sorry," Ryan chuckled, patting his tummy. Noting his order mentally and preparing to recite for the waitress, Ryan looked up to catch the last bit of their waitress's conversation with Laurynn. "You guys everything's on me so please don't hold back. The food here really is amazing as well. In fact, Nicole would you mind adding in one of your Spicy Buffalo Burgers to my order? It really is my favorite thing here, but all of it is wonderful." Laurynn said. Ryan made a mental note to come back and try it. It sounded yummy. "Thank you so much hun, we do whatever we can to make sure you have a wonderful experience when you visit us." Nicole, the silly waitress responded. Ryan smiled. 'How nice of her.' Ryan thought to himself.

After Cam ordered, Ryan took his turn to speak up. "I'd like a float please, root beer. Make it the biggest size you've got!" Ryan said, getting a little over excited, like a child waiting in line to see his favorite cartoon character. "I'd also like to have the appetizer platter please, and I'd like some extra ranch to dip with please." Ryan asked exceedingly politely, and flashing a tender, childish smile that would melt a Nazi's cold dead heart. "Thank you so much!" Ryan said, smiling wide enough to make his eyes squint shut. After the waitress had left, Ryan pulled out the crayons from next to the napkin dispenser and began to draw on the back of his table mat. It was some cheap paper mat, but it served as a fantastic canvas for drawing things. Ryan drew whatever he could think of, and he did so with a degree of skill not often found in teenagers. He drew animals, buildings, faces of the people he'd met, even some he hadn't, even Laurynn and Cam. Finally, once he'd finished, Ryan looked up at Laurynn and smiled. "Thank you so much." Ryan said, flashing a huge grin. "It's awful nice of you to invite me to come with."

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The waitress came and took the group's order after having been seated for a few minutes. Camilla cringed at the sheer enthusiasm that exuded from her pores--it was almost as if a cheerleader and motivational speaker had a child and put her on medication to keep her perpetually perky. It wasn't something that she enjoyed seeing from other people, especially during Armistice Day when they knew they were protected by any hot-shot hero that walked into the place, whether undercover or not. Still, nobody recognized her in her human form, so that was always something good... Either that or no one really cared all that much while they were eating their greasy food.

"And what would you like, ma'am?" the waitress asked the black-haired woman sitting across from the boy and the demon.

"Uh, nothing, please--I just ate and I'm feeling a bit sick right now, actually..." Camilla gave a slight frown as if to show emphasize her point. While she did not like doing so, she was capable of using manners and pleasantries when it suited her. This was one of those rare occasions, especially when mingling with people that she could not terrorize.

The waitress left and Ryan began to draw on the back of the tablemat with some crayons that he had found. While he and Eiseth were having a good time, Camilla was looking for any excuse to get out of this place. It was loud, obnoxious, and noisy, not to mention that the smell of the food was indeed beginning to mess with her stomach slightly.

"I'm going to look for the bathroom," Camilla announced quietly as she got up from the table and walked away. She made her way through the throngs of patrons, eventually getting lost in the din of the place. After a minute of walking, she eventually did find the bathroom and walked inside, moving to one of the stalls and locking the door behind her.

Now what? Camilla had made her way into the restroom with no problem, but how was she going to escape this place? There was always the toilet, but it was filled with water; she knew that despite it being the easiest to access, there was the danger that she would dissolve trying to escape. She sighed before spotting a small window looking out of the restaurant. Why anyone would think that it was a good idea to put a window there in the middle of a huge city was her guess, but it was better than trying to flush herself down a toilet that could potentially kill her.

Camilla inhaled deeply before feeling her skin melt away into a black tar-like substance. It felt overwhelmingly great to get out of her human form and into something more comfortable, at least according to her. With a quick 'glance' around--which was no more complicated than attempting to feel vibrations of people that would potentially walk into the restroom, to which there were none--Camilla deemed it safe to extend her new form up through this small window and to the outside.

The pile of goop landed in an alleyway; she was not surprised in the slightest, considering it was the big city. The question for her now was what to do with her freedom once again...

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After a few minutes of leaning on a wall, it became clear that this headache was not going to go away any time soon and Jacob felt the strength in his body start to fade. That is what pushed him into finally taking some form of action rather than leaning against a shop front. Fainting in the middle of the street was not a nice thought and the young man decided to avoid it at all costs. After all, he had fainted in the street before and that got him in a hospital bed. So, no fainting would be great.

Jacob let out a soft hiss as he tried to get to his feet without dropping to the floor. His head spun as information poured itself into his brain, obliterating most reasonable thought processes. Jacob started to lean heavily on the wall and crawled towards a back alley. The world had narrowed down to just "get away" and "my goddamn head". He pulled himself into the alley and slid down the wall to sit down. Jacob grabbed his head tightly, his nails embedding in his scalp as he tried to get sort out the flow of information that was bouncing off his skull. Lady Luck finally smiled down upon Jacob as the waves of information started to die down. Until a group of teenagers on their phones walked by and their incessant texting hit his unprepared mind at full velocity. A strangled moan erupted from his throat as the terrible grammar and spelling errors filled his head and let more information in again. He had to get further away from the streets and people until his head had recovered. Jacob pulled himself back up to his feet, ignoring the urge to brush himself down and get rid of the dirt. Although it felt just plain wrong, it wasn't exactly a priority.

Jacob started to make his way further down the alleyway, his mood improving as the pain slowly washed away. Great, he just had to stay in this dark, dirty and creepy alley until his brain decided to get with the times and not freak out. The young man sighed heavily, pushing his glasses up his nose. He couldn't help but long for a time when he didn't have to hide in alleyways and when most technology didn't explode at his touch. Ah, youth. Just as Jacob thought he had somewhat recovered, he went to leave the alley but was...distracted. By a weird squelch underneath his foot. The young man was frozen for a few seconds as a few different thoughts came to mind.

1. Something underneath his foot squelched.

2. He was still standing on the thing that squelched underneath his foot.

3. What the heck was he still doing with his foot on the thing that squelched?!

Jacob leapt backwards, his eyes wide behind his glasses and apologising profusely. Then he realised he was apologising to puddle of black goop on the ground. He gave the goo on the ground a look and peered closer. As he did so, Jacob got an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach that he really shouldn't be leaning so close. Squelchy things usually shouldn't be peered at but Jacob did a lot of things he shouldn't. However, he drew the line at poking it with a stick...despite how tempting it was.

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"I'm Samuel Cassio, but you can call me Sam."

Pffft. Sam? What a hilariously generic name. If this were a random stranger on the road, Judah would have openly made fun of him. Complete with finger-pointing and grating laughter. But Sam was an alright guy, if a bit bland and devoid of personality, so Judah kept it toned down to just a mocking smile.

"Please, follow me," said Blake. Her name was way cooler, in any case.

Blake took off through the crowd, dodging pedestrians like a veteran crowd-dodger. Judah grinned and sprang up in a movement not unlike that of an uncoiling spring.

"Ooh, let's race!" he called. He wasn't sure if Blake heard him, though—and if she did, she made no response. Sam, stoic-like guy that he was, probably didn't want to race either.

But since when had he ever let someone else's reluctance stop him?

"Last one there's a rotten loser egg!"

He leapt up and tore through the crowd, using the occasional unwilling pedestrian as an impromptu springboard. Of course, ten seconds into his self-declared race, Judah realized that he should have planned things out better. Specifically? He failed to take into account that he had no freaking clue where this eatery place was—"a few blocks away on Fifth avenue" could mean anything, really. And thus he was forced to (very anti-climactically) double back a few times to make sure he was still following the right path.

"There it is!" Blake said, pointing at a dinky little pub. Certainly not the fanciest dining establishment Judah had ever seen—not that he cared. Food was food was food. Besides, the serving sizes at posh restaurants tended to be stupidly tiny, like that one French place back at the Anti-League HQ. It was like they wanted you to starve or something.

…Not that it mattered, usually. Judah wasn't much of a restaurant-goer, unless you counted eating the dining establishment itself as "dining." For him, the restaurant menus themselves were more appetizing than the actual dishes on the menu. It certainly didn't help that restaurant owners, like roller-coaster staff members, generally hated his guts. And for eerily similar reasons, too—"alienating prospective customers" and "unusual property damage"…it was like a restaurant-roller-coaster…conspiracy thing…

(Yeah, he was getting way off topic.)

But what the heck. It was Armistice Day, he was with a fan and a pretty girl, and the food smelled pretty darn awesome. One plus one equals two. Food plus Judah equals happiness.

And so it was with great gusto that the unlikely trio walked toward the indicated pub down the street. Okay, that wasn't entirely accurate. It was with great gusto that Judah walked down the street, if one considered "tearing forward like a maniac" as "walking." They were still racing, after all, despite potential one-sidedness of the race itself. Along the way, the green-haired maniac passed a variety of amusing spectacles—a man and woman trading insults that would make a sailor blush, a street performer trying to impress people with odd yo-yo tricks, and a scrawny young man crawling along the ground into the dark alleyway just outside Blake's pub.

Wait, rewind. What?

Judah slid to a nigh-immediate stop, defying the laws of probable physics. (Screw inertia, I'm a Super!) He peered into the alleyway, curious. Was the man a wannabe villain? Because the whole "hunched over, lurking deep inside a dark alleyway with unclear purposes" thing he had going on was pretty consistent with the creepy-evil-guy stereotype.

The junior villain was about to venture closer when he noticed something. The alleyway, though mostly dark, was somewhat illuminated by the single shaft of light that drew its source from a window on the side wall of the pub. In this case, it was not the light that attracted Judah's attention. It was the pile of questionable substance that was squelching around beneath it.

His eyes widened, and all thoughts of grabbing a late lunch with Blake and Sam fled his mind.

Darkspawn.

It was unmistakeable. Utterly unmistakeable. Even though he hadn't been working under her for very long, he'd still be able to recognize her goop just about anywhere. But that raised the question—what was she doing in that form? It was the Anniversary! True, Judah himself never failed to abuse his powers every year, but it wasn't as if he could turn them off. Camilla Westlake, however, was a different story.

Confusion turned his mind in circles, a very discomfiting sensation. It was only exacerbated when the suspicious-looking scrawny man raised a foot and stomped very purposefully on Darkspawn's gloopy form. Or at least, it looked very purposeful to Judah's eyes.

Okay, so the slimeball is obviously attacking my mentor.

But why isn't she attacking back with the fury of ten-thousand screaming harpies?

The ceasefire?

Wait, that does't make sense. Why transform if she wasn't going to do anything?

Unless Mr. Creep here has some sort of obscure superpower that's preventing her from attacking? Or something?

…Ah, hell. Screw it.


Judah Myles had never been much of a thinker. Camilla was the brain; he, for the most part, was the doer. The loose cannon. A big ball of action and reaction and instinct. And right now, those trigger-happy instincts were telling him to go up to the assaulter, who was now bending over the pile of goo—hells below, was he going to eat her?

He sprang forward, landing on a dumpster that gave him a nice vantage point to glower from. As a bonus, it was right in front of Mr. Creep. Hoorah for dramatic entrances.

"I wouldn't if I were you," he said conversationally. "She doesn't taste all that great."

(It was true. That one time he accidentally injested a teensy bit of gloop was absolutely terrible. He'd suffered indigestion for days.)

Judah hopped down from his grabage-laden perch. "Trust me, creep. I'd know."

Then, quickly and without warning, he raised back his fist and punched the man in the stomach.

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"Please, follow me," Blake responded after the trio made a round of introductions. She smiled and tucked back her hair before bouncing away through the crowds. Sam blinked the sun out of his eyes and began following behind her at a cool pace, edging himself between throngs of people standing in the street.

Swallow stood in pause for a moment, then grinned widely and leapt into the air. "Ooh, let's race! Last one there's a rotten loser egg!"

Without another word he ripped through the crowds, easily surpassing their guide. Sam ignored the villain's taunt and continued to walk evenly down the street behind Blake. How exactly did I end up here? He massaged his forehead in thought and exhaustion. Oh right, I thought it would be funny to mess with the less intelligent on the Anti-League spectrum.

"Idiot," Sam's mouth slipped without his permission. He looked up to ensure his conversation with himself hadn't been spoken too loudly; thankfully the din of the celebration overpowered his mumble. Sam let out a sigh of relief and looked up to ensure he was still following Blake. The girl was still leading him through the crowds, and sure enough, Swallow was ahead of her checking backwards to ensure that he was on the right path.

Soon the overpowering smell of fresh food drifted towards Sam, and his stomach let out a rumble of hunger. He patted his stomach in response. Ugh, I haven't really eaten all day, I hope this place does the trick.

Just in time, Blake pointed ahead and yelled above the noise. "There it is!"

"It" was a small, dive-y looking pub. Sam's stomach again let out a growl, but this time of approval: there will be burgers. I could really go for a burger right now, actually. He continued with slightly more conviction towards the restaurant, wholly ready for a break from the action.

Suddenly, something caught his attention. Swallow had stopped dead in his tracks and was staring out into an alleyway. Sam stepped closer behind him and squinted to see down into the darkness. Then, he felt the rush of energy return to his system and course through his tissue.

In the dim light, Sam made out the silhouette of man, probably about his age, with awkward body structure. The mystery man had stepped on something and was bent over staring at it. The something was a black, tar-like substance that was writing around beneath him. Sam's muscles clenched instinctively at the sight: Darkspawn.

Sam's attention returned and he realized that Swallow was now missing. He looked up again and saw the shadow of the villain now perched on a dumpster in the alleyway. The mystery man turned to face the villain, who leapt off onto the ground, then punched the unsuspecting man in the gut.

Sam turned a full 360 degrees and faced Blake. "Stay here," he said sternly. He palmed his pocket and sent out an alert on his League communicator. Then, he sprinted towards the alley at top speed, energy still flowing. Only if they do first.

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Jacob has having a really odd day and to top it all off, he had just been punched in the stomach. Jacob Worthing would always be the first to admit that he was a complete weakling. He wouldn't be able to beat a ten year old girl in a fight without at least a ten second head start. So getting punched in the gut by a guy who must have graduated from the school of hard knocks wasn't going to go down well. In fact, the move literally floored him. Jacob tumbled back, letting out a yell as he landed straight into the goo. He unconsciously let out a shower of sparking electricity, an action he supposed was a defensive mechanism of sorts. As if turning into a walking talking sparkler was going to stop that guy that could eat concrete. As he tried to get his head around the fact that this guy just rearranged his internal organs, putting out the sparks his hand was shooting out and the fact that oh my god, he was sitting in the freaking goo, Jacob noticed someone running towards the scene at full tilt.


As if he didn't have enough strange people around him right now. He made the move to get up but flinched away from the thought of putting his hands in the goo to push himself up. As bad as his situation currently was, there was no way in hell that was happening. This guy was Swallow. He'd seen the profile zoom through one of the information waves and, just as he was glad at forgetting most of the information on the villain, his brain pulled it all back up again. Fantastic. As the information cycled, Jacob took the opportunity to look around. Just a boring alleyway. Just a boring puddle of black gooey stuff. Although, that black gooey stuff did look familiar. As Jacob mused on the familiarity of the goo, an alert ricocheted around his head. Heroes. Someone had alerted the heroes...suddenly, everything came together with a startling clarity.


The guy coming towards them was a hero. He had set off an alarm. Swallow was a villain. The League had been contacted. He recognised the goo, finally. Darkspawn. Freaking Darkspawn. Jacob would have made a joke about how it couldn't get any worse but honestly, he didn't want to tempt fate as fate was obviously having a bad day as it was. Although that did mean that he was sitting on Darkspawn. With a startled cry, Jacob launched himself forward, landing in front of the bin Swallow stood on. He wasn't too worried about the junior villain at the moment as he had stood and sat on one of the major players in the villain game.


He was so freaking dead.


Darkspawn was going to kill him. And if she didn't, then the stress if the situation would lead to a heart attack and then that would kill him. In a state of panic, Jacob fell back on his greatest stress fuelled habit, something he had had since he was at least 5. He shut his mouth tight, hid his head and watched the goo with wide panicked eyes. He would probably not say a word for about an hour. Or five. Although if he was dead within the next five minutes, his shyness wouldn't really cause much of a problem. He shuddered at the thought of Darkspawn's tendrils wrapping around him, constricting his breathing. Nope, not tempting fate, not jinxing it, just think of puppies and rainbows.


Jacob, at that moment, considered pouring his life saving into time travel so that he could go back in time and spend the whole of today at home, eating cereal. Because it sounded that damn sight better than being stuck in an alley with two villains, a hero and an approaching League.

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As the villain was about to search for a way out of this alley that was not through the main exit, Darkspawn felt something moving closer to her location. The vibrations were those of footsteps--a young bespectacled man with orange eyes and a laptop--

Wait... that man... she had seen that man in the cafe with Curiass and Necrosis! What was he doing here of all places? It did not seem to dawn on him where he was at, though, for instead of pausing to seek out his surroundings and try to figure out where he had ended up, the man simply continued walking into the alley... stepping directly on top of her amorphous form. One had to wonder for how long the man would have just stood on top of her and stared down at the goop, for he merely stood there, stunned as he seemed to realize just what he was standing on top of.

And then, to top it all off, as soon as he backed off, he began to apologize to the shadows! Just how pathetic was this kid? Darkspawn was half-tempted to jump out and scare him further when she felt another set of vibrations coming closer followed by an all-too-familiar voice...

"I wouldn't do that if I were you... She doesn't taste all that great. Trust me, creep, I'd know."

Great. Swallow's here to save the day... Doesn't he realize that I'm more than capable of fending for myself?

It was at that moment that her pea-brained protegee thought it pertinent to punch the bystander in the stomach, although what was interesting was the fact that the mystery man released a shower of electrical sparks when Judah's blow slammed into his gut. This was becoming more and more interesting by the minute for Darkspawn, and when the bespectacled man fell on top of her yet again, she took a second to reach up to his head and quickly snatch a few hairs off the top of his head. This would make for an interesting analysis back at the Anti-League headquarters, but now...

Yet another set of footsteps alerted Darkspawn to another presence, this time to a would-be hero. The villain recognized this young man as Blur, a young up-and-coming hero that was able to create and manipulate plasma. Just great; he probably alerted half the city just trying to stop her from escaping Eiseth and her insufferable partner. So what if she had used her powers during the Armistice? She had not used it to physically harm anyone, although there was someone in the immediate area that needed to be taught a lesson on walking away...

As soon as the bespectacled bystander leapt from the ground and almost straight into Swallow's arms, the puddle erupted with a dozen writhing tentacles, two of which wrapped around one of the minor villain's shoulders. Without so much as a thought, Swallow was forcefully lifted into the air and slammed against the brick wall that stood behind him. Immediately afterward, another mass, this time in the shape of a twisted face, rocketed forward and hung inches from his face, a scowl across the "mouth" of the creature.

"You are an idiot, Swallow. You deserve nothing less than this for drawing attention to me."

For a split second, a smile crossed her face before whipping those tentacles straight down onto the concrete below, slamming the poor boy against the ground. The boy with the glasses and laptop, however, was looking rather scared out of his mind. Darkspawn really wanted to give him a good scare before making her escape, and who really cared if she got away if she hurt a villain and not an innocent bystander or hero? She stretched her face down toward the young man's, bringing a few tendrils close to his skin to caress him and watch his skin crawl.

"We'll catch up later... I've got a city to escape from now..."

With that taunting farewell, the mass of tentacles immediately retreated back into a sphere that began to roll toward the street, toward the hero trying to run into the alleyway. It bounced off the ground, off of the two walls, over the heads of Blur and other bystanders on the street, and splattered through an open sewer grate on the opposite curb, contorting her body to seamlessly slide through the slits.

The sewers were rather wet--something that Darkspawn did not like in the slightest. Luckily for her, she was rather adept at crawling across the walls and ceilings of the labyrinthine sewer system--something that a lot of the heroes did not spend their time doing. She knew that for a while, she would be safe, but she needed to get back to the Anti-League... mostly to analyze the data of the sparking young lad that had sat on her, but still... She had seen that boy before, but from where?

At a seemingly dead end, Darkspawn pressed herself against a wall and forced her way through the solid brick. Instead of being completely solid, however, there was a very small hole she had carved just for herself--a secret entrance only known by her to get into the Anti-League headquarters located underneath the city. After a few minutes of travelling through the claustrophobia-inducing pipeline, Darkspawn found herself back in the confines of her home.

"Nice to see you back from your little journey topside, sludgey," a massive muscle-bound man with mechanical arms greeted the villain. "Dunno why you'd care to go out there during the Armistice, but hey, never one for socializin' much..."

"Shut it, Max," the sludge responded before reforming back into a humanoid form and rejuvinating skin and hair as before. "Doing a bit of recon, but of course Swallow came along and ruined everything..." she rolled her eyes before walking off. "Got a bit of research to do now..."