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Lilith Ross

Necrosis has been serving the city as a fully fledged hero for over a year.

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

Description

↓ alias.
Necrosis

↓ alliance.
HERO

↓ class.
A

↓ ability.
Rapid Cellular Regeneration /// The ability to heal rapidly from any physical injury. Her recovery times differ, depending on the severity of her injuries, and the effectiveness of her ability is effected by how many, and the severity of her injuries. She can regrow limbs, is virtually immune to illness, alcohol and most toxins and poisons. Drowning and suffocation will result in 'death', but she can be resuscitated with mouth to mouth CPR.

↓ stats.
▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉⎜AGILITY 7/10
▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉⎜STAMINA 8/10
▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉⎜STRENGTH 5/10
▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉▉⎜INTELLIGENCE 8/10

↓ extra notes.

↝ As Lilith's ability is completely non-offensive, she has been forced to learn hand to hand combat. Well, knife to hand combat.

↓ full name.
Lilith 'Lily' Ross

↓ age.
22//23 July

↓ gender.
Female / Heterosexual

↓ appearance.
[x] [x]
Lilith Ross stands roughly at five foot seven inches in height, with pale, yet clear and healthy skin and cool gray eyes. Her facial features could be decried as being pretty, and appear vaguely Asian; her great-great-grandmother was of Japanese birth. Lilith's hair is naturally black in color, well-looked after and for her convenience, is cut short. Her eyes are a light grey; a few people find her stare unnerving. She is slender in build, and is quite physically fit and has a rather gothic sense of dress. If you don't like it, then you'll just have to lump it.

It may also be worth noting that Lilith, being British and affluent in birth, carries an accent to match. [More Kiera Knightley and Bridget Jones than upper class toff ^^]

↓ biography.
The second child of a wealthy, titled British heiress and a world-renowned cardiac surgeon, Lilith grew up in England, in a nice neighborhood, with nice neighbors, and with everything she wanted at her fingertips. She was a bright child, and showed signs of following in her father's footsteps as a successful doctor.

Nearly ten years ago, Lilith, her older sister Clarissa and their mother went shopping for a day, but did not return home that evening. The details were sketchy, but it is understood that Clarissa was killed instantly in the crash, while their mother suffered major internal hemorrhaging and died later in hospital. Lilith was also seriously injured, and it was believed that she would be lucky to keep her legs, crushed in the accident. She remained stable, and seven weeks later she was out of bed and playing with other children like nothing had happened.

Lilith wasn't right afterwards, suffering bouts of depression and several suicide attempts in her teenager years, all foiled by her body's impossibly fast methods of repairing any damage done. Her father decided to take up a job offer in Optima City, but it ultimately only forced herself deeper within herself.
However, her attitude changed when she prevented the murder of a classmate, ultimately getting stabbed herself, but catching the almost-killer. This event helped Lilith to somewhat come to terms with her new found ability and the deaths of her mother and sister.

This new lease of life resulted in a friendship with one of her bodyguards, a member of the old guard of supers. He took her under his wing, and taught her how to defend herself and others, and also how to wield knives in close combat.
Lily is a fairly recent addition to the fully fledged heroes, after her recovery times improved drastically after her twenty-first birthday. She absolutely detests this being pointed out to her, or used against her in an argument. She feels like she has finally earned her place as their equal.

↓ likes.
✗ gothic and metal music,
✗ black and white films,
✗ reading,
✗ cooking,
✗ eating
✗ sweet tea,
✗ the rain,
✗ swimming,

↓ dislikes.
✗ Being poked at for fun,
✗ humidity,
✗ bad cooking,
✗ small portions
✗ pop music,
✗ resetting bones,
✗ regrowing limbs
✗ being referred to by her mother's title

↓ fears.
✗ Torture,
✗ outliving all her family and friends,
✗ ultimately being alone forever

↓ aspirations.
✗ Get a nice boyfriend. Powers optional.
✗ To stay in above relationship for longer than two weeks/past first regeneration. Whichever's longest.
✗ Return to med school, and qualify as a doctor.

↓ extra talents.
✗ Lilith speaks French, Russian and Italian fluently.
✗ She is also a trained medic; life as a hero interrupted her dream of being a pathologist.
✗ Lily is also a good cook; one has to be to consume the amount of food she does.


↓ strengths.
Lilith's body can heal any injuries in a matter of seconds, and she is immune to any known illness. She can regrow entire limbs, and if given enough time, she can even regenerate brain matter with little to no long-term ill effects. Her liver metabolises alcohol and other drugs faster than the average human, making it virtually impossible for this young woman to become intoxicated. Although she can technically still drown or suffocate, mouth to mouth CPR will revive her.

Transfer of Lily's bodily fluids to another, blood being the strongest, saliva the weakest, will allow them to recover from injuries faster. This is a temporary effect and is of course subject to blood type compatibility.

↓ weaknesses.
Lily is not invulnerable to pain, although her ability grants her an incredibly high pain tolerance, and can be subdued by concussion or devices similar to taser guns. It is possible to kill Lilith by severing the connection between her brain and the rest of her body, but if reconnected in any way, alongside chest compressions, it will kick start the healing process again.

Due to her incredibly high metabolism, she also needs to consume around four thousand calories a day to maintain her powers at maximum strength.

So begins...

Lilith Ross's Story

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With a little stretch, Lilith decided that she might as well wander around, visit the booths, see a few friends, eat as much junk food as her conscious and wallet would allow... If she didn't deserve it today, when did she?

Even in boots and striped tights, she was not really sticking out from the ground. The streets, as per usual, were filled with 'supers' of all ages, including a squealing five year old Cuirass, running around with cotton candy in one hand. Ha, he had one more fan than she thought he did! Lily had been idly chatting with an old acquaintance of hers for a few minutes when she saw it. As a newer, fully fledged super, she hadn't expected to see anyone wearing her costume. It was simple enough; leather jacket and pants, treated and designed to withstand small firearms, knives and protect the skin in a motorbike crash. It was tight enough to stop people easily catching her, but flexible enough to let her fight. But dear, sweet gods above... Lily's earlier smugness was gone in a flash, replaced by a growing sense o horror in her gut.
Leather, especially the ill-fitting, skin-tight kind, was most certainly not a good luck for this lady. To top it all off, she had to be at least fifty.

Shuddering slightly, tugging the hem at the back of her dress self consciously, she slinked back out of the crowds, vowing that she would find a more flattering costume if she were to ever get out of shape. Lilith found herself wandering for a few minutes, a little distant, into a cafe, right past the Body Feeder and ordered a coffee to go. Not long after, she found herself looking straight at a brooding Eric. Really, she shouldn't tease. Her eyes narrowed, and she lazily sauntered over to the power negator, coffee in hand.
"Shouldn't you be doing something... constructive with your day off?"

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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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"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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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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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 fiancé 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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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.

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Darkspawn hadn't been gentle with her little temper tantrum. From the moment he hit the ground, Swallow was out like a light—or at least, he had been. The instant Cuirass piled on those anti-superpower death rays of his, Swallow's entire body twitched and jolted in protest. The effect was something akin to a particularly unpleasant alarm clock. He was wide awake within milliseconds.

Immediately, he wished he wasn't. It felt like there were a hundred squirrels armed with jackhammers drilling holes in his brain. And his jaw. And his stomach. Oh, god, his tortured stomach. Valiently trying to digest things normal stomachs were never supposed to digest, which absolutely sucked because, what do you know, all of a sudden Swallow had a normal stomach.

He rolled over (and instantly felt like dying) and managed a half-hearted, squinty-eyed glare at the veteran superhero. Not that the guy noticed; stupid blustering old coot was too busy yelling his head off at his stupid underlings—wait, was that Sam he was ordering around? What the heck? Sam was a…Sam was a hero? Well, damn. And he kind of liked the guy, too.

…So…did that mean everything Sam said had been a lie—? The whole fan thing? It had all been a set up, hadn't it?

And Blake, had she been lying, too? Was she some sort of creepy undercover superhero agent in disguise as well?

Bolstered by a dull sort of anger, Swallow opened his mouth to call them out, but what came out was something markedly less coherent than he would have liked.

"Ugh-bleaurgghhh," he said, and then promptly vomited. The lovely sight of half-digested charcoal and cardboard and bits of cloth and metal flowed out for the entire world to behold.

Effing Cuirass, he thought, struggling to wobbly feet. Hate, hate, hate him. So much. All his superpowers, everything that made him special, everything that made him Swallow—gone. Stripped away on a whim, because Cuirass was a freaking superhero, and people kissed the ground he walked on, so he could do whatever he wanted. Even today. Especially today.

And yes, how hypocritical of stupid lowly Swallow, the stupid lowly villain, to think such things, when he was abusing his abilites as well! Well, screw that. He was a villain. Laws only applied to the good guys, wasn't that right? He just wanted to have fun, but noooo, Cuirass had to show his ugly face and make everything suckier than suck.

"Get…him…away…I…I can't breathe."

The horribly desperate voice pulled Swallow out of his self-hosted pity party, if only for a moment. It was, surprisingly, the lovely Miss Blake. Her face was a study in panic; one hand flailed uselessly in air, while the other clawed at the brick wall behind her like a desperate, dying fish out of water…wait, wrong metaphor. Swallow's brain was still a bit fuzzy. Still, he was lucid enough to realize that Blake probably wasn't in with the good guys, if the blatant fear on her face was anything to go by. If Swallow had been, for whatever reason, set up, then she wasn't in on it.

With a grunt and a haphazard swipe of his sleeve on his face, Swallow half-swayed, half-stumbled his way over to the group of posturing idiots. Vaguely, he noticed that a crowd was gathering as well.

He swung up an arm and pointed at the group with a finger that wobbled in a less-than-menacing way.

"You," he said, and was pleased to see that actual words were exiting his mouth this time. "You all suck."

Then he grabbed Blake's flailing hand and tugged placed it in Sam's clenched one. Bits of vomit from his sleeve stuck to Sam's skin, not that Swallow cared. If the hero-in-diguise couldn't deal with it, then too bad.

He fixed Sam with an unsteady stare. "Mr. Not-Fan. You a superhero, right? Then go do some superheroing. Here's a damsel in distress. Freaking get her out of Mr. Ugly's range."

Then, as fast as a he possibly could without throwing up, he dashed away.

"Villain exit stage left," he muttered.

Ten meters later, the oppressing atmosphere lifted. Swallow allowed himself a grin. Well, that was that. Too many crazy superheros about; it was back to HQ for him. Even if it was only, like, four o'clock or something.

All in all, it wasn't a bad day. Not exactly fun toward the end, but definitely not boring. Sure, Darkspawn was pissed at him, for whatever reason, but that was like her default setting. And he got to meet Eiseth! That wasn't something you got to do every day. Afterburn was gonna be so sorry for opting to stay back at HQ the entire day like a boring hermit sloth… Ah, he was gonna be so jealous!

His mind already alight with the tall tales he'd tell, Swallow slipped into one of the super-duper-secret entrances that led to the underground lair of villains. It was an obscure, smelly little back alley with several dumpsters, plus a dumpster that wasn't really a dumpster. With an easy heave of his arms, he lifted the top, climbed in, closed the lid, burrowed through several feet of old garbage bags, and found the latch to a trapdoor. His usual route of entrance. Bingo.

Now he'd just shimmy his way down, navigate the twisted passages that he had (uncharacteristically) memorized, and then he'd be home free. He'd relax a bit, avoid Darkspawn until she cooled down, and brag to anyone who cared to listen of his overland exploits.



Half an hour later, the door to Afterburn's bunk flew open.

"Hey, Gil!"

"Gil," aka Afterburn, looked up in dull surprise (Afterburn was the only person Swallow knew who could pull off that kind of expression).

Swallow let a slow grin spread across his face, the kind he knew annoyed the crap out of the other junior villain. "You'll never guess what happened to me today…"

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Sam waited impatiently for Cuirass to question the validity of his explanation of events. He glanced at Lily, who's expression suggested she felt similarly to him. For some reason, this only made Sam angrier, and he felt his temper flare. I'd teach him a lesson one-on-one. Even if I lost, I'd teach him not to...

Sam's thoughts trailed off as his concentration waned. The power suppression was taking a heavy toll on his physical state; his entire body felt like it was being squashed and confined. Sam took a laborious breath in an attempt to relax. At least I'm used to it, he considered, this would be hell for anyone who-

"Get... him... away... I... I can't breathe."

Sam turned his head wildly towards the source of the desperate wheeze. Blake had collapsed against the side of the alley, digging her fingers into the brick wall. She gasped for air and her body seemed to flounder, clinging to consciousness. Sam felt a paralyzing mix of emotions rise from his gut: surprise, concern, fear, rage. He stood frozen in confused panic, staring at the helpless figure before him.

"You, you all suck." Swallow had awakened from his stupor, and now stood unsteadily behind the group, vomit dripping from his clothes. He pointed an accusing finger at the heroes, before stumbling past them towards Blake. The villain grabbed her hand, tugging a little, and placed it into Sam's half clenched fist. "Mr. Not-Fan," Swallow fixated on Sam, "you a superhero, right? Then go do some superheroing. Here's a damsel in distress. Freaking get her out of Mr. Ugly's range." With that, Swallow turned and ran from the scene in an awkward looking dash.

Sam suddenly felt his courage return to him, fighting back against the panic and suppression that had contained it. He took an uneasy step towards Blake, then stopped and inhaled deeply through his nose. He kneeled slightly, and lifted the girl up with all the strength he could muster. Grunting, he hoisted Blake over his shoulder.

Without a word, he turned and limped out of the alley and away from Cuirass. The crowd of civilians moved out of his way, muttering in low voices as they formed a path. Sam's strength slowly flowed back as he moved away from the suppression field, alleviating the strain on his body. Once he was clear of the alley, Sam gently lay Blake down on the sidewalk and away from the crowd. The job done, he collapsed on the street, out of breath and energy.

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Blake barely registered being pulled into Sam's side and lifted over his shoulder. As he carried her through the crowd, the only thought that made its way dimly through her mind was, I sure am glad I wore a long skirt today. Otherwise, a whole bunch of strangers would've just seen my undies.

As he lay her down on the surprisingly cool concrete of the sidewalk, she finally, finally, was able to take a deep breath. The joy of being able to feel the air around her again almost made her cry, or it would have, were she given to tears. Instead, she just closed her eyes, and let her relief and control flow unfettered. A gentle current of air swirled around her, tickling the skin of her ankles and arms.

She wasn't quite strong enough to make herself sit all the way up, but was able to lean up some and use a puff of air to help her make it the rest of the way. Her gray eyes opened and refocused on the slightly drained-looking Sam who lay next to her on the street. Blake was suddenly and briefly glad that all of the streets were closed to anything but pedestrians. She had a sudden mental image of the exhausted hero's head being squashed in a gory spray by a passing car as he lay on the street.

Blake crawled the foot and a half over to his side and sat with her feet tucked under next to him. She smiled softly and murmured, "Thanks for getting me out of there. I felt like I was suffocating." Laying a hand on his arm, she continued,"Do you need any help getting up? You couldn't have been feeling much better than I when you carried me out of there. I had absolutely no idea that power suppression would feel that horrible."

She turned to look back towards the alley that Sam had carried her from. "I wonder what those two are going to do now," she mused, aware in some corner of her mind that with her powers now exposed, her life was about to become very different.

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Cuirass's ability forced Lily's body to completely shut down once upon a time. 

When she'd built up enough resistance to stay awake, he'd rattled her super immune system so badly that she almost died from pneumonia. 

Eric, despite his status, did not play fair. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Swallow vomit, Sam's friend struggling to cope-obviously her first time dealing with Cuirass- and Sam was struggling under the pressure of suppression. He didn't do much training with the older super, and it showed. 

Blood suddenly began to pump from Lily's nose. Her body didn't know how to clot blood without powers. A potentially fatal nosebleed wasn't  a laughing matter. 

"Get... him... away..." 

"Eric." Blood was pounding so hard in her ears, Lilith couldn't tell if she reached her desired volume. 

"I... I can't breathe."

"Eric!" A shout for certain this time, although it was a pleading one. The girl was having a panic attack, and the lower half of Lily's face was coated with blood. Swallow made some kind of tirade, none of which she caught, before making a quick exit. The next glance upwards, Sam had the girl in his arms, moving out of Cuirass's range. Something told her that the girl was of a higher priority on Sam's list than she herself was. 

"Eric, please. I'm begging you. Stop it. He's gone."

Did it really take that much air to sat those amount of words? Still, he wasn't doing anything to lift his ability. It was physically painful to breathe now. 

"Eric."
Nothing. Not a flicker. Was he okay?
"Eric, stop it."
It was a struggle, but Lily took a step forward towards him. 

There was only one way Necrosis knew how to switch Cuirass off. 

Her fist collided with his jawbone before he could react. It didn't cancel it out completely, but lifted the atmosphere a fraction. She took a deep breath in just before Cuirass cracked one of her ribs. It was painful enough without the hard fall down to the ground. She was completely winded, the decidedly unnatural position of her arm and the sheer agony of trying to move it informed her of a brake. She scrambled to her feet, aiming a wild kick somewhere in Eric's direction. It somehow made contact, but only too soon, another blow to her shoulder knocked her off balance. 

Lily had just regained balance when her ankle twisted, sending her tumbling backwards into a trash can. She heard the sickening sound of glass cutting through flesh before the rest of her body registered it. The pressure remained as Eric looked on in shock; he hadn't intended on impaling her. A look of something else flickered there for a second, and he was gone. Turned on his heel and left. Just like that. 

Swearing under her breath, Lily carefully stood up, wincing as she felt how far the glass had gone in. A good four inches maybe? The pressure from Cuirass's ability was replaced by nausea and light-headedness. Her skin was dangerously feverish if it were touched. Wincing again as her rub healed, she forced herself not to vomit violently Swallow style, Lily made a couple of steps toward Sam and his new friend before her arm started to heal. Once again she swore under her breath, taking her arm and physically setting it back in place herself, stretching her hand and fingers as it mended. The glass in her back would not be as easily fixed. It could wait until they got back. Lily gave Sam a small smile as she reached the end of the alley, in all her bloodied glory, supporting herself against the wall. 
"Sam darling, you look positively dreadful. Do you need a hand at all?"

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Sam lay flat on the cold asphalt of the street, only dimly aware of the world rushing by around him. His mind remained blank as his body struggled to regain strength. Come on, Sam, get up. The motivation did no good, and he continued to remain motionless on the ground. Working under a particularly strong power suppression had taken more energy than it should have, and now his body was in hibernation.

Okay, enough of this. Sam closed his eyes and called upon his sixth sense, feeling the plasma that hummed in the surrounding environment. With a deep breath in, he willed it to him; energy trickled back into his body, bringing back the strength to move. Sam exhaled and stretched out his muscles.

"Thanks for getting me out of there. I felt like I was suffocating." Sam opened his eyes. Blake had risen from her attack and was sitting by his side. She lay a hand on his arm. "Do you need any help getting up? You couldn't have been feeling much better than I when you carried me out of there. I had absolutely no idea that power suppression would feel that horrible."

Sam gave a genuine, but somewhat pained, smile. "Don't worry," he chuckled, "you get used to it, I guess." With a bit of effort, he managed to pull his torso of the ground and sit upright, legs outstretched. "Although that doesn't do much, as you can see." Sam brushed dirt off his shirt and realized, with a small degree of annoyance, that some of Swallow's vomit had stuck to his sleeve. Nice.

Blake wondered aloud what was happening in the alley, prompting Sam to look up towards the two heroes. He only saw one, though: Lily limped out of the alley, manually setting her broken arm back in place before leaning against a wall with ironic smile. "Sam darling, you look positively dreadful. Do you need a hand at all?"

He stared in shock a Lily, who was broken and bruised all over; blood seeped through her shirt, suggesting a larger wound. "I could say the same to you," he responded, still eyeing the bleeding, "and I think I should be offering you the hand." Sam slowly stood up, pulling Blake up with him, then paused, unsure whether he wanted to ask his next question. "What happened?"