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Jacob Henry Worthing

"Oh...uh...you need help with y-your computer? I-I'm s-s-sure I an take a look at it..."

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

Description

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↓ Alias Image
N/A


↓ Alliance
Rogue


↓ Class
Class E


↓ Ability
Technomancy |The ability to manipulate and control any form of technology


↓ Stats
β–‰β–‰β–‰β–‰β–‰β–‰β–‰β–‰β–‰β–‰βŽœAGILITY 3/10
β–‰β–‰β–‰β–‰β–‰β–‰β–‰β–‰β–‰β–‰βŽœSTAMINA 7/10
β–‰β–‰β–‰β–‰β–‰β–‰β–‰β–‰β–‰β–‰βŽœSTRENGTH -1/10
β–‰β–‰β–‰β–‰β–‰β–‰β–‰β–‰β–‰β–‰βŽœINTELLIGENCE 9/10


↓ Extra Notes
No particular alliance


↓ Full Name
Jacob Henry Worthing


↓ Age
Jacob is around 22 years old. His birthday is in May some time. He wouldn’t tell you exactly when as someone might hold a surprise party. And he never likes surprises. Ever.


↓ Gender
Male. Heterosexual


↓ Appearance
Jacob stands around 5”11’ and is almost awkward in terms of built. He is all skin and bone, limbs jutting at awkward angles and his muscles being wiry beneath his pale pasty skin. His blueish-tinged hair emphasises this paleness and sits roughly around his face. His dark orange-brown eyes are the most striking features about this young man and are usually very warm and inviting. However, he holds a more detatched air about him as his chronic shyness takes hold. However, when using Technokinesis or Computer Interaction, Jacob's irises turn a light, almost glowing, blue with white pupils.


↓ Biography
Jacob's childhood wasn't very spectacular. He lived with his over-bearing mother, butch-as-Bear-Grylls father and three loud and bossy older sisters. It's little wonder the poor guy is as shy as he is. When he went to school, Jacob wasn't unpopular or bullied but he was more of a loner. He prefered to stay inside during break times instead of going outside with others. That is where Jacob discovered the joy of technology. Jacob was surrounded by computers and eventually, he got curious. So, he switched one on and actually looked at the set up instead of just using it for class work. Jacob was intrigued by this and looked into computers. Before long, he was well and truly hooked. He still had friends but computers were becoming increasingly important to him as he moved forward in his life.

One day, a completely reasonably normal day, whilst walking down the road, Jacob just gained powers. Well, that's what it felt like anyway. They came out of nowhere, hitting him over the head with sheer randomness. There was no warning, no mystical light. The first sign he noticed was a sudden very loud influx of information that assaulted his mind. Messages, songs, films, videos, voices, lines upon lines of data filled his head. It proved a bit too much and Jacob collapsed in the middle of the street. It had turned out that there was repairs going on in that street and he had brushed a stray live wire. Instead of killing him, Jacob turned into a network hub of sorts. Lying in hospital, listening to the heart monitor playing Bohemian Rhapsody (which shouldn’t have been as funny as it was since the nurses were panicking and one of the doctors actually fainted), Jacob realised something else. He was trying to reign in the abilites but couldn't. He completely lacked the ability to control himself. There was no way in hell he could control this power.

And thus, Jacob hid his power away, scared that the superheroes would label him a threat if his abilities got too far out of control, as harmful has they were already. He had already met the brunt of information overdoses and casual electrocution and wasn't keen to share the experience with anyone. He became shyer, working from home repairing computers and other technological devices. His childhood stutter wormed its way back into his speech as the constant worry took it's toll. He learnt new things from his abilties however. He realised that ATM machines were the work of the devil and that clocks had the awkward habit of going backwards when he entered the room. Printers kept printing rainbow sheets and self-opening doors started to lock him and others out. Jacob learnt how to keep up a flimsy mental sheet to keep the overwhelming information away but always feared what other people would make him use his abilities for. Despite this, Jacob always dreamed of helping people. Isn’t that what everyone wanted to become some day, in a half forgotten dream of sorts? A hero? But who would accept him as a hero if he couldn’t control himself? Thus, Jacob kept his technomancy a secret from everyone. And so far it has worked.

Kinda.


↓ Likes
~Knowing things
~Sweet things
~Well fitted suits
~Typing
~Surfing the internet
~Libraries
~Bookshops
~Silence


↓ Dislikes
~Surprises
~Having to write by hand
~Pushy people
~Loud noises
~Answering the phone
~Sour foods
~Other people his age
~Public confrontation


↓ Fears
~Confrontations
~Fire
~His powers going haywire and hurting someone


↓ Aspirations
~To join a league. Any league, really...
~To find someone who understands him
~To stop breaking the bank machines, darn it
~To be able to walk into a computer store without having to act like a lunatic. The PC World people are suspicious as it is
~To own an ASIMO robot


↓ Extra Talents
~Jacob, aside from being very gifted in technology, is expectionnaly intelligent in the fields of mathematics and science. English, however...
~He can speak French and German
~Due to his powers, he can easily fix most technological devices
~Jacob is double jointed in his hands


↓ Strengths
Computer Interaction- Jacob is able to connect to computers and IT networks, allowing him to gather information. However, when Jacob connects to the internet fully, it is painful for him, as the bombardment of information is overwhelming.
Technokinesis- Jacob is able to mentally control the flow of technology by looking or touching it. This means that he can assemble or disassemble delicate machinery by will.
Cyberpathy- Jacob can percieve, understand, control and generate electronic, radio and digital transmissions. He is, in essence, a living wireless hub, which is useful if he wants to screw up someone's Facebook or e-mails, just for the kicks.
Electrokinesis- Jacob can, to a very small degree, generate and manipulate electricity. As useful as this sounds, it really isn't as so far all he has managed to do is mess up a few computers and completely ruin quite a lot of ATM machines. This usually results in the machine either alerting the police or spitting money at him, both of which result in Jacob having another trip to the police station.


↓ Weaknesses
~Jacob is cripplingly, incredibly, incurably shy.
~Any form of physical activity is out of the question.
~Water- he claims is feels like the liquid is β€œfrying” him.
~Jacob is asthmatic and is prone to coughing fits.
~Although most of his abilities are linked to information, too much at once can swamp his brain. This can lead to migraines, dizzy spells and even unconciousness.
~Jacob is little to no control over his abilities. Thus, more often than not, his brain is filled with useless "spam" (as he calls it) which he can not get rid of (much to his chargin since the internet is full of weird and wonderful nonsense that he does not need floating around his head) and keeps breaking pieces of equipment via Technokinesis and Electrokinesis. Such as ATMs, self opening doors, computers, security systems and, on one memorable occasion, an entire Apple Store. Jacob feels it's a miracle the authorities still allow him out in public.

So begins...

Jacob Henry Worthing's Story

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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 cafΓ© (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 cafΓ© 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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"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 "ChΓ³ro"
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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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Jacob Worthing was always the first to admit he was a very nervous person. Anything unexpected, anything loud and anything scary was enough to make his hands shake like leaves. And sitting in a room with a few supers that could have him smeared on the floor in seconds was one of the things that not only made his hands shake but made his stomach do some atomic somersaults as well. He couldn’t keep his hands steady enough to type on his laptop, hitting every single key before the right one. It was hopeless, this was impossible. He couldn’t possibly get any work done in this state. Not with these supers prey on his mind the whole time. Jacob supposed he could go do some work at home or at the park. It was a nice day after all and he had plenty of time on his hands. Besides, whenever he tried to get some work done at home, one of his sisters always managed to steal away his attention. He loved his sisters, he truly did but it was Tabitha’s turn to phone him and he did not want to hear about her love life in great detail again. The young man shuddered. Never again.

So the young man carefully picked up his computer and notebook, being sure to leave money for the coffee he’d tried to drink. His brown eyes skittered around the room, noting that Darkspawn had left but the other two were still around. Jacob winced as he realised he’d have to walk past them. He wasn’t sure how Curiass’ power worked. Would it feel the writhing power that was fighting against his dampening? Because Jacob could feel the pushing force beneath his skin easy enough. Despite this, there wasn’t much time to wonder about the ifs and coulds. He had some work to do. Jacob made his way towards the door, conscious of the heroes he was leaving in his wake. Just had to be normal until he got a block or two away. Then he could relax.

Unfortunately, Jacob’s powers didn’t share the same notion. As soon as he was far enough away from Curiass’ presence, he was crippled by an awful headache. Screeds of information hit him like a truck, obliterating his thought process and replacing it with overwhelm information. Through his haze, Jacob was aware he had just frozen in the middle of the street and was clutching his head tightly. He was also aware of the fact that his powers hadn’t lashed out outwardly but inward. He took this to mean that the powers he was saddled with were punishing him for getting in that situation. He pushed both ideas away though as the pain notched up again. He was basically acting as a beacon to every form of radio wave, the internet flowing through his head. A few car alarms had been set off as he vainly tried to push back against the pain, shoving the waves away as hard as his mind could. Jacob gave up soon after that too. He had gone through this before and he knew he’d just have to wait it out. He leaned against the building to his right, eyes screwed shut and face twisted into a grimace.

Well, it was official.

Today sucked.

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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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Character Portrait: Samuel Cassio Character Portrait: Judah Myles Character Portrait: Blake "Derecho" McKinzie Character Portrait: Darkspawn Character Portrait: Jacob Henry Worthing
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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, thoughβ€”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 wasβ€”"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 seenβ€”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, tooβ€”"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 spectaclesβ€”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 questionβ€”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 gooβ€”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..."

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Necrosis had hung around the cafe for a little while longer, teasing the ever-grumpy Cuirass. Eventually he had his fill and left, leaving her by herself with nothing to do and nobody to interact with. This left the regenerative hero feeling slightly dejected, and despite signing a couple of autographs and plenty of photographs with fans of varying ages, she soon found herself wandering the streets in search of entertainment.

Sure, there was plenty to see and do for civilians, but as a girl who went through a period where she woke up in the city morgue every three weeks or so, she bored again all too quickly. She huffed as she sank down onto a bench with an ice-cream, nibbling at the chocolate flake thoughtfully. As a junior hero, all she'd dreamt of was the anniversary; it had seemed so very glamorous and high-flying. Much to her dismay, it was merely endless publicity and schmoozing with various potential benefactors in order to secure their future funding. One PR drone even had the nerve to suggest that Lily and Edgar pretend to be a couple for the occasion. The mere thought of it made her want to shudder. All this sucking up went against the gain of her very being.

Thankfully this year, she had been less engaged with such ridiculous engagements, but with no villains to chase or disasters to avert, Lily was left at a very loose end. Why anyone wanted to retire, she'd never know. Life like this, day after day after day... It would be enough to drive her crazy. She dragged herself to her feet, trying to decide if she would track down Edgar to annoy him again, or to go home and busy herself with... something. With a sigh, the dark haired woman adjusted the hem of her skirt again and set off. She nearly jumped for joy when her communicator beeped, an alert from Sam. He wasn't too far away either, by the looks of things.

Lily didn't waste a second, taking off sprinting in her colleague's direction. She arrived at the alley with a skidding halt, pushing her way through just in time to see what looked like Darkspawn bounce off into the sewers. She shot Sam an anxious glance, taking in Swallow and another kid she didn't recognise. "Everything under control?" She asked, keeping a wary eye on Swallow.

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Sam slid to a halt as he watched the scene in the alley continue to unfold before his eyes. When Swallow's fist connected with the mystery man's stomach, the boy emitted an arc of dazzling bright sparks. Another super, Sam realized with surprise, He's definitely not in the League, and I don't think he's from the Anti-League; He must be a rogue.

Without warning, the mass of goo that was Darkspawn erupted forth dozens of writhing tentacles, then gripped Swallow and slammed him with full force against the wall. What the hell is happening here? The villainess's face then burst forth from the mass and hissed something at Swallow. Then she turned and did the same to the apparently rogue super on the ground before contorting into a ball and rolling towards Sam.

"Stop!" He shouted, muscles tensing. Plasma instinctively began flowing through him, giving him the power to be Blur. Time seemed to slow, and he prepared to manipulate the energy into a protective barrier. Then, Darkspawn bounced off the walls and over his head, landing on, and then sliding into, a sewer grate behind him.

Swallow and the mysterious rogue super were left laying on the ground helplessly, so Blur allowed the energy that was now at bay to diffuse back into the surroundings. Sam turned behind him to see Lily, better known as Necrosis, shooting him a nervous glance.

"Everything under control?" She asked, shifting her gaze towards Swallow.

"It is now," Sam began,"I arrived in time to see this unknown super step in a pile of Darkspawn, before being socked in the gut by Swallow. That's when I hit the alert."

Sam took a deep breath in and exhaled. This kind of stuff isn't supposed to happen, not on Armistice Day. I hope this isn't a sign of things to come. He suddenly remembered Blake, and turned to see if she was still waiting.

"There's something else, Lily," He confided quietly, "I think I may have another super with me."

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This was by far the most interesting day she had ever had, of this Blake was absolutely certain. Swallow had taken off into an alleyway and an anxious looking Sam had sprinted after him.

"Stay here"? Yeah, right. She could take care of herself just fine if things got too hairy, but she checked the little bag of thumbtacks she kept in her pocket just in case. The air was starting to thicken and swirl with her excitement, but she focused and kept it close to her body.

Blake peeked past the edge of the wall into the darkened alley, gasping as the green-haired boy punched the stranger in glasses. That certainly seemed unprovoked. But when the surging black goop appeared from seemingly out of nowhere and slammed him against the wall, she thought she might either faint or be sick. The slimy, viscous texture reminded her of mucus and the color reminded her of the leeches she had to peel from her skin after getting stuck in the creek when she was a little girl. Not to mention that what she knew this had to be was one of the most evil entities that ever existed.

Just because she didn't watch television, didn't mean that she lived under a rock. Besides, everyone knew who Darkspawn was.

And seeing her in person was even more chilling than the glorifying artworks her classmates occasionally made. There was nothing worth glorifying there to Blake, just some monstrous sludge that made her think about being swallowed into the darkness.

She shook her head and shivered, cutting off that train of thought. If she lingered on what Darkspawn could do to her, it'd send her into a full blown panic attack. Now, there was something interesting going on with Sam. The air around him seemed to heat and crackle. A strange sort of light seemed to be drawing itself from him, like condensed lightning or bottled fire. However, before it had the chance to solidify, the macabre black goo drained into a the sewer and a girl with short, black hair ran past her into the alley and stopped along side Sam.

The two of them conversed, but at a level that was just a touch too low for her to hear. The two of them looked back at her.

So, she thought, we have another super in the mix. With that kind of suspicious look, he no doubt told her what I kinda told him.

A slight smile found its way to her eyes.

"Hello!" she called, casually strolling up to the pair. Her control was loose, so the wind flicked at her hair and sparked against the latent power that Sam had called. Control for her was less of getting the wind to do her bidding, as much as it was keeping it from responding to her every thought and feeling.

Blake looked down at the two unconscious young men, then back up at the heroes. She could vaguely hear the one with the glasses moan from where he lay. A single white-blonde eyebrow rose at them.

"I think that, perhaps, some explanations are in order?"

Her stomach grumbled loudly. A blush rose in her pale cheeks.

"... Possibly over lunch?"

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Jacob's stomach muscles were complaining about the sudden influx of pain. Not that Jacob could really blame them as a punch to the stomach always sucked. Sitting by the bin, Jacob wrapped his lanky arms around his knees. The young man's mind was a mess of fear, confusion, panic and "Darkspawnsupersheroesstrangersohgod". Necrosis and Blur had appeared out of nowhere, Swallow was still hanging around and another super (Blake, air, rogue "Quiet brain, more important things going on right now". ) all equated to Jacob's brain having a little fit and panic. Thus most rational thought leapt out of his cranium cap and cartwheeled out of the alley, leading to something his sister had dubbed as "rabbit in the headlights" syndrome. Jacob's hands began to shake and he just wanted to get away from these people. They symbolised the things that scared him most, other supers knowing what he could do and locking him away for it. Adding in his shyness, Jacob wasn't in for a pleasant experience. Everyone knew Jacob was shy but not many people out of his family knew just how shy he was. People also underestimated just how much the idea of being taken by heroes or villains for their own purposes terrified the young technomancer.

The young man clambered to his feet, his eyes wide and face ghostly pale. His orange-brown eyes flickered all around the alleyway, looking for some way to get away from these people, coming in come what seemed every angle. Jacob's skin crawled as he felt a million pairs of eyes staring him down, scrutinising his every move. He backed away from the group in front of him, seeking any form of escape. His breathing came out in little stuttering gasps. Horrid menacing voices from the back of his mind echoed around Jacob's head, taunting him with piercing comments and fears.

What a freak, look at you, scared of everyone, scared of yourself.

Look at you, pathetic.

Can't even control yourself.

Everybody's watching you and they are all laughing at you.

They want to lock you up, Jakey, put you away.

The heroes are going to get rid of you and I can't blame them. Who would want a freak with uncontrollable powers running around?

Jacob gulped, trying to force his brain to be quiet and stop panicking so much. Unfortunately, his brain wasn't exactly in the mood to be considerate. All the possible and impossible scenarios popped into his head, supplemented with images. Electro shock chairs, experiments, immaculate cells with padded walls, brainwashing, control, mindless drones. Jacob's nail dug into his palms, drawing smudges of blood as he bit his lip hard.

"P-p-please...I..." Jacob's eyes flickered from one super to the next, backing away some more, his skin crawling as more images and threads of information fuelled his fear.

"J-j-just let m-me go...please...I...I d-d-didn't mean to c-cause any trouble..." Jacob ducked his head, his orange-brown eyes trained to the ground. He awaited the response of the heroes and of Swallow as his powers inwardly attacked his sanity by bombarding him with ugly images of torture and isolation.

Sitting at home for the rest of his life eating Cheerios and Ben and Jerry's was becoming more and more of a truly viable life option. And compared to this, a half decent, rather enjoyable life choice at that.

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Eric really didn't know how Lily did it. For most of their time together, she had said or did nothing, but somehow she managed to irritate him by simply being present. Most people got the hint eventually, but it was Eric that was the first to leave, not the girl. He'd made some rubbish excuse, bound by a civil upbringing to do so, and then had left as quickly as possible without raising suspicion.

Unbeknownst to Eric, although briefly distracted by an old acquaintance, and a proper lunch at a downtown pub, he and Miss Lilith were both suffering from the same chronic problem. Boredom. Without pretty girls or a cool costume, Cuirass's appeal to the masses quickly faded away into one or two autographs and several photos. Cuirass might have been the leader of the league, but he simply wasn't a particularly cool hero; no fire balls or lightening bolts or being impaled by a sword and be entirely unaffected by it. He was the guy who stopped those heroes from being at their best. He was still a hindrance in the eyes of the public when it came to their idols.

Eric ignored his pager when it first started beeping. It was probably just a PR thing, or interviews, or some other trivial thing. Instead he continued to bask in the sunlight hitting his face at just the right temperature. A second round of beeping did just enough to get his reluctant attention. He glanced lazily at the display, sitting up a little straighter as he recognised an alert from Sam. The second beep was merely to say that Lily was on her way to assist; meaning that Cuirass could take his sweet time. Between the two of them, they could manage things just fine.

Eric straightened up slowly, stretching and cracking one or two muscles as he strolled in the direction of the alert. He began stretching out his ability to a radius of about ten feet, and from there he began to intensify the effect, just in case. Sure enough a small crowd had gathered around an entrance to an alleyway, and as he pushed through, he spotted Necrosis, Blur and a girl he didn't recognise. A pile that resembled Swallow and another boy lay on the ground.
"Freak show's over. Don't you lot have some celebrating to do elsewhere or something?" Cuirass scowled and turned on the crowd, eyeing any suspicious characters reluctant to leave.

With the crowd dispersed, Eric stalked back to Lily, Sam and the mystery girl, eyeing her suspiciously. He wasn't letting his ability down; he was unaware of how uncomfortable it would be for her, Sam and even Lily would be somewhat adjusted to it by now.

"How about you girl scouts explain to me right now what happened here," He growled, arriving in time to hear the end of what the girl said. She was promptly ignored as he rounded on the two heroes. "If you've been screwing around with your powers and got yourselves caught, I don't want to hear any bull about that sonofabitch-" Swallow was vaguely indicated on the ground with a thumb. "-starting it. You're big and bloody well ugly enough now to handle one fight a year without powers."

Eric was about to go on when the second unknown scrambled to his feet, vaguely resembling a deer stuck in the headlights of an eighteen wheeler. He began to stutter away, the negator doing little to ease his worries. Instead, identifying him as a super, he shut down his ability completely, expanding his range another couple of metres to be safe.
"Don't flatter yourself kid, we're not here for you."

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Before Lily could respond to Sam's suspicions, Blake called out and strode over to the pair; he again noticed an unusual breeze picking up as she approached, causing a crackling against the electrolytic particles that were still dispersing. Sam shot a quick glance at Lily to make sure she was paying attention, then refocused his attention on Blake.

"I think that perhaps some explanations are in order?" She raised an eyebrow at the two League members, but a smile remained on her face. Her stomach growled and she blushed, "Possibly over lunch?"

The gnawing sensation in Sam's stomach returned, and his mouth began watering at the mere mention of food. He loosened his expression and allowed a genuine smile to take shape. "I won't speak for everyone," he began while gesturing to Lily with his hand, "but I would certainly enjoy-"

Sam's thought was interrupted by a familiarly loud and gruff voice: "Freak show's over. Don't you lot have some celebrating to do elsewhere or something?"

Sam sighed in frustration and turned around. It was Cuirass, sure enough, and he was clearly not in a good mood. Not that it's a surprise. A chuckle rose in Sam's throat, but he managed to hold it down with an obnoxious cough. The League idol made his way towards the group of supers with a scowl spread across his face. Within seconds, Sam felt the also familiar and uncomfortable sensation of having his power suppressed. Even with his powers dormant, the sensation made his skin crawl and body ache. Sam squeezed a fist to focus his thoughts above the dull pain. Is that entirely necessary?

"How about you girl scouts explain to me right now what happened here," Eric commanded them with a growl, "If you've been screwing around with your powers and got yourselves caught, I don't want to hear any bull about that sonofabitch-" He motioned towards Swallow. "-starting it. You're big and bloody well ugly enough now to handle one fight a year without powers."

Sam clenched his teeth and prepared to respond with the unknown super, the scrawny one who was hit, scrambled to stand up. The kid's face showed pure fear, and it looked like he was having a panic attack. He managed to stammer out a plea: "J-j-just let m-me go...please...I...I d-d-didn't mean to c-cause any trouble..."

Wow, this kid's a wreck. Again, Sam opened his mouth to respond but was silenced by Cuirass. "Don't flatter yourself kid, we're not here for you."

"Yeah," Sam continued in a more gentle tone, looking the kid in the eye, "no one here is going to hurt you." He then turned and faced Eric directly, adopting a stern face to confront his leader. "Well," he tightened his fist again in concentration, "I saw that unknown super step on Darkspawn, who was using her powers, and then get socked in the stomach by Swallow. The next thing I knew, Darkspawn picked up Swallow and slammed him against the wall before bouncing away."

Sam took a deep breath, and continued to clench and unclench his fist. I'm so sick of him treating me like a kid.

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Lily gave a mental sigh of relief as she found Sam safe and sound, although she found herself glancing around as she felt an uncomfortable feeling rise up in her chest. She frowned, unable to place the invisible threat, checking Swallow and the other from afar. She nodded as her fellow Hero explained what had happened up to her arrival, blinking as he turned around quickly. She opened her mouth to ask him a question, but found he answered it anyway.
"There's something else, Lily. I think I may have another super with me."

The dark haired super frowned for a second, following Sam's line of sight to a pretty girl in the crowd. Wait, was she with them or against them? She didn't recognise her, which could have been a good or a bad thing. She glanced back at Sam, but his expression betrayed nothing. A slight breeze picked up, nothing that Lily would have noted as being unusual if she hadn't caught the look out of comrade's eye. Air manipulator? It didn't seem like she was a threat, even as she approached them.

"I think that, perhaps, some explanations are in order?"
"I think it might be of benefit," Lily nodded in agreement with Sam, the uncomfortable feeling in her chest rising into pain. Fingernails unknowingly biting hard enough into her palm to draw blood. Any other words spoken were ignored. She knew exactly who it was--Cuirass. The nature of her ability meant that his ability affected her more strongly, suddenly bringing her body to an agonisingly slow pace. One might have deemed that fact alone as reason enough to leave him alone. However since his promotion, he could hardly be seen to act like such a tyrant to one individual. She gritted her teeth as he announced his arrival, in a far worse mood than she had left him in. Sulking over not being Mr. Popular, she'd bet. As he approached, she unconsciously raised a hand to her chest. Breathing was becoming harder now being this close to him.
"How about you girl scouts explain to me right now what happened her. If you've been screwing around with your powers and got yourselves caught, I don't want to hear any bull about that sonofabitch starting it. You're big and bloody well ugly enough now to handle one fight a year without powers."
Lily swallowed a snappy insult. She didn't need Cuirass to pump up the volume any further.
Sam was speaking, but she wasn't really listening, until the latter half of his sentence drew her attention to a terrified looking figure a few feet away.
"We're not looking for a fight, today out of all days." Lily interjected softly; a frightened super with limited control over their powers was almost more dangerous than a super-charged villain. This guy is always an asshole. She didn't voice that thought, but shot Eric a filthy glare, noting Sam's clenched fists. She'd like to see him try; Eric was bad enough in their so called 'training sessions' when she landed a foot or a fist.

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Jacob, still in his utterly panicked state, had not noticed the added additions of Curiass and Necrosis to the merry group of heroes until Curiass spoke to him. Well more at him than anything else. Not that Jacob noticed as the weight of a tank was shoved on his shoulders. At least that is what it felt like. A deep rooted itch started up in Jacob's core as his powers complained about being suppressed. The young man couldn't complain too much as it helped clear his head a bit more. Jacob felt that he could actually think clearly again although most of those thoughts were just a mixture of "ohmygod" panic. However, this moment of relief was marred by the fact a mental bus had just landed on his head and was inviting all its bus friends for a flaming street party. The pressure was painful and Jacob just knew, he just knew, that his powers were going to get their own back later because of this. Damn abilities and their high maintenance behaviours. The young man had been under the impression that super abilities were meant to be helpful rather than life dictating.

Ignoring the fact that his head felt it was going to cave in (restricting the flow of information suddenly was never good, especially after an overload), he cast a quick look at the group of heroes. They didn't sound...very happy talking to each other. In fact, Blur looked as if he was going to knock Curiass' head of his shoulders. Speaking of punches, Jacob's stomach was causing him some discomfort and by discomfort, he meant it freaking hurts. His shaky breathing wasn't exactly on his muscles and it kept aggravating the injury. In fact, everything was just aggravating his intense anxiety.

Jacob just wanted to go home but he had no idea if these supers who were almost guarding the exit of the alleyway were going to let him leave. Did they need a statement or anything? Did they know who he was, what he could do? Jacob hoped not but a little voice in the back of his head told him that it was highly likely.

S'not as if you've been discrete with your machine manipulation, huh, Jakey?

Jacob decided to ignore the voice in the back of his head until further notice as talking to himself was something he wished to avoid. After all, Octavia was meant to be the nutcase of the family what with the whole "in though with the spirits" kick she was currently on. The Worthings didn't need their son going off the rails while they tried to convince their oldest daughter to take back her fiancΓ© and go back to being a lawyer. Instead, Jacob pushed Mister Negative back down and mentally skirted around the whole idea of going insane (because if his paranoid streak latched onto that idea...). Jacob let out a soft cough before moving forward a bit, his eyes still wide and throat still as dry as the desert.

"W-w-well, I-it seems you g-g-guys have some s-stuff to sort out so I-i'll j-j-just....g-go..." And this that, the young technomancer awkwardly slipped past the group of heroes and took off down the street, feeling the need to get home, get to his safe haven. Then he'd go to the park or something. Surely he wouldn't meet more supers.

However, despite this confidence, Jacob had no doubt that fate was going to screw him over around today. He could feel it in his bones. Although, on the plus side, those imaginary buses had decided to go rain on the heroes parade instead of following him and it was always a plus when your imaginary mentally crushing buses decided to bugger off.

Jacob stopped dead. Not for the first time (and certainly not the last), the young man severely hoped that no one in the current area was a mind reader or he'd be in the loony bin faster than he could say "they're hypothetical buses!" He shook his head. Obviously, the panic of the day was getting to him. Jacob looked at his watch. It was only early afternoon. Great. So far, so good.

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Character Portrait: Samuel Cassio Character Portrait: Judah Myles Character Portrait: Blake "Derecho" McKinzie Character Portrait: Eric Haydon Character Portrait: Jacob Henry Worthing Character Portrait: Lilith Ross
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Blake frowned as an uncomfortable pressure started building in her lungs. With the arrival of the tall guy, she started feeling woozy and almost faint.

Wait... his power was suppression, wasn't it? That guy was Curiass.

"How about you girl scouts explain to me right now what happened her. If you've been screwing around with your powers and got yourselves caught, I don't want to hear any bull about that sonofabitch starting it. You're big and bloody well ugly enough now to handle one fight a year without powers," he asked abrasively.

Artistically, Blake briefly wondered what his muscle structure would look like, how much his size would change how he was built. She would probably ponder more on it if she could just breathe.

The woman and Sam responded to him, but she for some strange reason, everything was sounding sort of fuzzy and distant. What was the matter with her? Suddenly dizzy, she braced a hand against the brick wall of the alley and rested her forehead on the cool stone. Gray eyes blinked blearily as she forced herself to focus. Her heartbeat pounded out a fast tattoo in her ears.

Think, Blake. Think.

It wasn't her blood sugar. She had gone this long without eating plenty of times before without any ill effects. The boy who had been laying on the ground earlier sped past her, but she barely noticed.

What she did notice was the small rush of air at his passing.

She felt the movement, but not the particles, not the connection she usually had with every single molecule.

Huh, so this is what power suppression feels like, she thought bleakly to herself.

Her body knew to panic before her mind did, and had now initiated what had to be one hell of a panic attack. Her muscles were locked, and all she could do was gasp at the air like a dying fish. She reached out blindly with one hand, hoping to get someone's attention.

"Get... him... away..." she choked out with a wheeze. "I... I can't breathe."

Blake's fingers dug into the grooves of the brick as she closed her eyes, desperate to hold back from either the fainting or vomiting that her attacks tended to induce.