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Kelsier Achylis

"I can't wait to start this should be fun. I hope..."

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a character in “Wicked Ones”, as played by Venom0861

Description

|| Kelsier Achylis ||




"Wanna be friends? I've never had any but I'm sure I'll be good at it!"



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||Street Name|| Shifter
|| Age || 17
|| Gender || Male
|| Sexuality || Heterosexual
|| Role || New Recruit
|| Face Claim || Toshiro- Bleach


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|| Hair Color ||
White
|| Eye Color ||
Light Green
|| Skin Tone ||
Lightly Tanned
|| Height ||
5'5
|| Weight ||
140lbs
|| Appearance ||
Kelsier is by all definitions short with thick white hair that seems to defy gravity always sticking out in all directions. He's not very muscular, but fit. He tends to wear longer sleeved shirts and long pants. His eyes are almost never the same color always changing with his emotions.



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|| Personality ||
Kelsier is very fond of people even though they scare him immensely. He's will always try to make a friend but his mannerisms have always frightened and scared off any person he'd talked to. Even though he's 17 he acts like a much younger person favoring towards the bubbly happiness of children than having to face the problems that currently scare him to the point of growing ears.

His ability makes his emotions particularly powerful leading him to appear to be bi-polar. The littlest change in the conversation can swing his emotions to the extremes of the spectrum. One second he can be happy and cheerful then at the slightest change in topic or mannerisms he well become incredibly fearful attempting to flee from the area as quickly as he can. One can almost always tell how Kelsier will behave if they pay attention to his ever changing eye color.
|| Likes ||
People
His Parents
Cain
Fruit
|| Dislikes ||
People
Bullies
Being Made fun of for his appearance
Vegetables
|| Personal Weakness ||
Eyes: As a side affect of his abilities Kelsier's eyes are constantly changing with his emotions, much like a mood ring. If someone were to pay attention to the patterns they would be able to tell how he is feeling at any given moment.

Size: Kelsier's size has made it hard for him to stand up for himself leading to him being quit shy and quiet when confronted.




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|| Abilities ||
Empathetic Animal Aspect~ This power allows Kelsier to gain the aspects, and powers, of animals when experiencing powerful emotions. These Aspects take the form of partial transformations into one of three creatures, each Totem representing a different animal. These transformations always beginning with the eyes.

The Totem of Fear~ The Fox: When feeling frightened or unnerved, Kelsier will begin to gain fox-like physical traits, aspects of the Fox. First his eyes will turn a light shade of brown, becoming more canine in appearance. Should his fear continue to grow, Kelsier's white hair will slowly change to the red of a fox, followed by the transformation of his ears into a pair of pointed, fox ears. The last change that takes place, only when feeling great fear, is the growing of a fox's tail. The Fox is the embodiment of Kelsier's Fear. Swift, agile, and cunning, the fox is a master of escape and diversion. Currently, while Kelsier is in fox form, he is simply too frightened by everything to use his abilities for anything but getting to the closest exit. Regardless of what is causing the fear, it drives Kelsier to escape from whatever triggered the transformation. While bearing the aspect of the fox, Kelsier gains abilities common to the mythology foxes.

~Fox Fire: This ability allows Kelsier to create small wisps of mythical fire. These flames aren't actually hot, and are merely a light based illusion. When contacted by another being, if the victim has a weak will, these wisps can have a confusing, dizzying effect, making potential enemies unsure of Kelsier's actual position, and less likely to attack the real him.

~Fire Clone: With great concentration, Kelsier can gather multiple wisps of Fox Fire to combine, forming an almost exact copy of himself to throw off his opponent. If touched, like the Fox Fire it is made of, the Fire Clone will cause the victim who touched it to become dizzy and confused. The effect is much stronger here, as there are multiple fox fires combined into a single clone.

The Totem of Anger~ The Bear: When Kelsier becomes angry, or enraged, he will begin to gain the aspects of the Bear. His eyes will change to a dark sullen black, appearing to have no pupils. These eyes look only to instill fear in others, they hold none of their usual luster. Continued feeding of the emotion will cause Kelsier to begin growing, as his limbs gain massive girth and muscle. His hair changes to a dark brown, and his other bodily hair grows rapidly. At the final stage of the transformation, Kelsier stands at 6 feet 2 inches tall, and having grown a Bear's snout, sharp teeth, and wicked claws. The Bear is the embodiment of Rage; strong, unyielding, and unthinking. The bear has incredible endurance and can only be stopped by complete exhaustion, or a vastly more powerful opponent. Luckily for Kelsier, this usually occurs naturally after about 20 minutes, when he has expended too much energy and falls unconscious. Kelsier has only entered bear form once and never wants to do it again. If it hadn't been for Cain, the Black Butler, he'd have likely killed many people before exhausting himself.

Berserk: While under the influence of the Aspect of the Bear Kelsier, loses almost all of his of his ability to reason, and eventually becomes unable to tell friend from foe. Like wild bears, Kelsier is incredibly strong and durable in this form. Once enraged he will begin attacking whatever is in front of him weather it be friend or foe until he is too tired to stand.

The Totem of Pride~ The Hellcat: Only when Rage and Fear, the two most basic primal instincts, have been mastered will Pride be accessible to Kelsier. When his friends are in danger, and Kelsier is filled with neither Fear nor Rage, only the desire to protect, Kelsier will take on the Aspects of the Hellcat. When this transformation takes place, Kelsier's only thought is to destroy that which would harm the people most precious to him. Like both other transformations, Pride too begins with Kelsier's eyes. As his protective instincts begin to manifest themselves, Kelsier's eyes will become an icy blue, followed quickly by his hair. His body will then grow, standing at a muscled, but lean, 5 feet 10 inches, with arms as powerful as a tiger's. Lastly, a light blue aura will envelope him, and tiger-like stripes will race up his arms, stopping at the shoulder. The Hellcat is the embodiment of Pride. Fast, strong, unwavering in its resolution, and loyal to the death, the Hellcat represents the combined efforts of Fear and Rage. This combination merges the Fox's cool logic and blazing speed with all the raw power of the Bear. By becoming stronger than his fear, containing his rage, and focusing on that which is truly important, Kelsier gains the resolution to do the impossible. This form is not currently available to Kelsier, and won't be, until Kelsier learns to control both Fear and Rage. He does not yet possess the necessary ability to channel his powers into a focused state. Below are the listed supernatural abilities of the Hellcat.

Ice Blast: Fires a concentrated blast of cold energy, not ice, at the target. This energy is deathly cold, capable of freezing any unprotected areas, and slowing down any living thing that is struck.

Ice Barrier: Creates a wall of ice for protecting his allies or cutting off the escape of his enemies.

|| Weakness ||
Kelsier's abilities have their specific weaknesses listed in their descriptions. In addition, the longer Kelsier remains in either Totem Aspect, the stronger the emotional hold of that particular Aspect. This will cause him to become affected by the Totem Aspect more quickly, and will make it hard to revert to a relaxed state. The affect of the draw will lessen after a day and be completely gone 3 days after having returned to normal from the aspect.

Fox: The fox is terrified of everything and will do everything in its power to flee. Not a strong Physical attacker and very weak to attacks in return.

Bear: The bear is nothing but rage. It will continue forcing forward leaving him vulnerable to attacks from the side. Any damage taken while in bear from carries back to Kelsier's human form though scaled down to keep him alive in most cases.

Hellcat: The Hellcat is pride. Seeking to do everything alone and prove that he is the best. He will continue forward with single minded determination until his enemies lay at his feet. He may be left alone and helpless when when returned to human form.

|| Biography ||
Kelsier was born into a small family in a small suburb of LA. His parents were normally incredibly busy working to pay for their apartment and put Kelsier through school. Kelsier was noticeably different form most children his age. His hair was white, eyes never the same color, and even though he tried to be friendly normally ran away from most people as soon as they disagreed about something. Of course kids being kids Kelsier was singled out and made fun of because of his off mannerisms which only made him feel worse.

This continued to Junior High when one day the other student's were trying especially hard to upset Kelsier. They'd surrounded him in the courtyard in front of the school. The biggest bully in the school stood there making fun of Kelsier in every way he could with constant jibes from the surrounding group. Kelsier began to panic fear welling up inside of him. The other students quieted as his hair turned a bright red, but the bully in the middle was to engrossed by Kelsier's panic to notice. Kelsier backed toward the wall of students as ears sprouted on top of his head quickly followed by a tail. Suddenly everything was clear. RUN. Without a second though Kelsier dodged through the students sprinting as fast as he could away. He continued running until he got home.

Once home he ran up to his room and his there until he'd calmed down. He walked to the bathroom to see if the changes were still there. In the mirror he only saw himself with a slight difference of his hair having a red tint to it. That night he told his parents what had happened. They didn't believe him at first but as he continued telling his story he felt the fear creeping back into him. His parents gasped as his hair turned fiery red. Kelsier fell silent beginning to panic. As his father began to speak Kelsier jumped up. He ran out of the house towards the city in the distance. Surely there was someplace safe for him there.

He was exhausted by the time he reached the city and collapsed in a deserted building. The next morning after making sure he didn't still have a tail he wandered into the city. He was in a very bad part of the town and hadn't traveled far before he was stopped by a group of men. The men were dirty and frightening forcing Kelsier into a wall. The leader of the group pulled out a knife and walked over to Kelsier. "Why don't you make this easy. Dressed like you are you've obviously got money so give it here."

Kelsier felt a fire growing in his stomach. He'd never felt this before. One of the surrounding thugs backed away stammering. "His eyes are black." Kelsier didn't care. He was glad the man was afraid of him. He felt his arms growing becoming stronger. When his feet hit the ground he smiled and grabbed the man's arm. "You picked the wrong kid to mess with this time." Kelsier smiled as he pushed the man away from him watching him crash into the ground. Right as he was about to lunge out and finish the man he heard something. There was a loud scream from an adjacent alley way. The sudden sound shocked Kelsier so much he completely forgot why he had been so angry and ran towards the alley where he'd heard the sound.

As he got closer he became more cautious deciding to hide in the dark corner of the alley where he decided to sit and listen. As he sat he heard mention of a group called 'The Wicked Ones'. Apparently they were a group of people kind of like him... having some kind of special power that made them different. They were having a recruitment meeting soon. Kelsier disappeared into the shadows he had some serious thinking to do.

Kelsier returned to his abandoned building and laid down on the most comfortable spot of floor he could find. When he awoke he was sure that he was going to join the Wicked Ones. When it was time he made his way to the meeting place nervous as he always was. Though he was hopping he would finally be able to make some friends.
||Why they joined/want to join the Wicked Ones||
Kelsier is hoping to learn more about his abilities and make some friends.



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"You really shouldn't hurt my friends."

So begins...

Kelsier Achylis's Story

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It wasn’t all that great a day, even for Morgan. The young man looked out the window of his office and released a sigh. ”Looks like a storm is coming, great just what I need today.” A playful pout settled on his face before it disappeared with him getting up from his comfy chair. “Alright time to gather everyone”, Morgan said to himself. Slipping into his favorite jacket and walked through the halls, knocking on few doors, while opening others, he gathered those he needed for the days objective.

There was only one door he chose not to knock or open the door to and that door belonged to none other than his dead girlfriends’ little sister, Mei. She was a rowdy kid despite being so small, thinking about the old times Morgan couldn’t help but smile. Suddenly his reminiscing was interrupted by a low grumble. Chuckling to himself, Morgan patted his stomach and ventured off to the kitchen for something to snack on. If Cain was already in the kitchen, Morgan would say his hello’s before grabbing a banana and heading for the garage.




Once again Morgan was sitting in a chair, a plastic one to be exact. He leaned back, with his hands laced behind his head, almost like he was sleeping. But you could tell from the way the lollipop kept moving around in his mouth as well as the occasional yawn. Looking around he glanced at his watch to check the time, 1:34, huh? It was the afternoon and relatively early so there weren’t too many people in the food court.

Most people were already done with their lunch breaks but never Morgan’s, his lunch break was whenever he felt it was best to have it. Those were the perks of being the leader of the most notorious gang in the underworld, the Wicked Ones. Even now Morgan couldn’t help but grin at the idea of how some ten years ago he lived with his parents, in a different base of Wicked Ones.

Groaning, Morgan sat forwards in his chair and looked over at the people who came with him. Mercy, Daniel and his sister, and Cain, of course seeing as it wouldn’t be wise for all of them to sit there in one spot. He had sent Raiden and Cain to standby a little ways away from the food court, over by some store of some sort that had a clear view of the food court. While he had Mercy and David stay within the food court, although he would have liked it if they sat with him.

“Man, Mercy why must you dress like that? No-don’t answer it, I know the answer. Actually I think I might actually have a solution for it but we can talk about it later. I’m getting bored waiting for them to show up, right Daniel?” He smiled at the both of them in hopes of creating a livelier mood. Glancing at his watch again, it read 1:40 so in about ten minutes the new recruits should hopefully be showing up. If there were any that is.

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Kelsier laid on the floor tossing and turning. It was another one of 'Those' nights. No matter what he did Kelsier couldn't calm enough to get to sleep there was simply to much going on in his head right now. Tomorrow was the day of the Wicked Ones recruitment meeting. He'd already decided he was going to show up, but that didn't mean that the Wicked Ones would accept him into the group. After all he had almost no control over his abilities why would a group want him. The rest of the night slowly ticked away as Kelsier continued rolling around on the floor of his abandoned building.

The next morning Kelsier packed up everything he had with him. Weather he was accepted into the Wicked Ones or not this was the last night he spent in the broken down building. As he walked out the door of his 'room' he pulled a loose hoodie over his head throwing the hood up. Slowly he wandered onto the street to look for some food checking his pockets he sighed. "No money I'm the only person stupid enough to run away without bringing any money for food." He sighed deeply ignoring the growing rumbling coming from his stomach.

It was a long and slow journey to the Mall where the meeting was taking place mainly due to Kelsier's taking back alleys and roads trying to avoid as as many people as possible. The closer Kelsier got to the mall the more nervous he got. He checked his watch, probably the only thing he brought from home that would have any real value. 12:30. It was almost time and Kelsier was still a ways away from the mall. Silently cursing himself he began to run through the alley that would dump him out in the mall's parking lot. As he ran a strand of hair fell into his face. Not normally a problem but the hair was red.

Kelsier froze in his tracks staring at the strand of hair. "No, this can't happen now I have to go meet them. I'm done running away. Someone there will be able to teach me I'm sure of it." The strand of hair slowly gave way back to its normal white color and Kelsier took a deep breath and resumed his approach to the mall. It had taken almost an entire hour but he'd finally arrived at the mall.

As he walked up to the doors he pulled the hood of his sweater securly down over his head and walked quickly through the doors heading for a table at the back of the food court where hopefully he wouldn't draw any extra attention to himself. He sat looking around trying to see if he could identify any of these 'Wicked Ones.' There were some odd looking people scattered through the mall. As the time clicked closer Kelsier began to get nervous again luckily his hair was hidden under his hood so hopefully no one would notice that it had again turned a dull red. The closer the time came the more nervous Kelsier became, he began locating the exits making sure if things went south he'd be able to get out quickly.

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Ches was rather enjoying himself. Though Morgan didn't quite pet him exactly the way he liked, he was still a far cry better than Cain. Chess began to purr softly, thoroughly enjoying being pet. However, just as he was about to get bored of it, Morgan stopped. Ches looked up, surprised. Usually, people erred on the side of petting him too much. It was a welcome change. Ches actually felt like giving Morgan a compliment, however, that sentiment faded shortly. "You know what to do." Ches sighed, and grumbled inaudibly. "Yes, yes, right away." He said incredibly sarcastically in response to Morgan, and began trotting off to find Cain once more. As the grumpy cat walked, he noticed a boy sitting at one of the tables. This boy wore a hood, and Ches couldn't quite make out his face, but one thing was certain. He was watching the now assembled group of Wickeds. Not exactly the best way to make it to Ches's nice list, but hey, the kid must not have known any better. Relaying the information back to Cain, Ches sighed when his master gave him the obvious command. Scout the boy. Make sure he isn't a threat. Ches sighed once more. What a pain. Silently, Ches padded over to the boy's spot. After a moment of watching him from beneath an adjacent table, Ches took a few steps towards the boy, then jumped up on his table, sitting directly between the boy's face and the group of Wickeds.

Kelsier had been quite absorbed in his observing the group he assumed to be the 'Wicked Ones' that when a cat suddenly appeared in front of him he couldn't help but jump slightly in surprise. The cat had startled him, but it was only a cat after nothing to be afraid of. Kelsier began absentmindedly petting the cat alternating between scratching his ears and long strokes to the base of his tail. Apparently the cat was enjoying the attention as he began to purr rather loudly. "Well at least I can make someone happy huh?" He posed his quiet comment to the cat before returning to trying to observe the meeting going on.

Ches was, to say the least, rather impressed. Though Cain was mentally pushing him to investigate the boy, Ches could wait just a little bit longer. After all, it wasn't often that someone pet you as skillfully as this boy did. Ches purred loudly, and walked too and fro as the boy pet him. Ches was having so much fun, that he completely lost track of himself, and his body became intangible for a brief moment. The boy's hand had fallen through Ches's body, and landed with a small thump on the table below. It was only once the petting stopped that Ches had realized his boo-boo. However, Ches didn't want the boy to stop. He mewled once, twice, and finally could take it no longer. He spoke. "Come now, you mustn't be finished yet. I was having so much fun. It isn't everyday you meet someone who pets you just right."

At the sound of the cat's voice Kelsier jumped and was so surprised that his fox's ears decided to pop up and knock his hood off his head. "My-my hand just fell through you... and you can talk?! What's going on?" Kelsier began panicking not realizing that his fox's ears were now quite easily visible.

Ches had, apparently, startled the poor lad. What a pity. He was even so frightened that his little ears had knocked his hood right off. Ears? Upon closer inspection, the lad's hair was ruddy orange, and he sported the canine ears of a fox. "Ho, ho!" Ches said, quoting Cain, who had become rather excited. "Well isn't this an odd turn of events. Were you one of the potential recruits? Perhaps you're here to join the Wickeds? Here I thought you were some sort of spy or something... You aren't a spy, are you? It would be a shame to have to fight with you if you were. Especially since you're the only person I've ever met who manages to pet me just right."

Subduing his panic momentarily realizing that the cat was in fact not there to hurt him Kelsier began to calm down and his ears returned to their normal location and appearance. "I'm not a spy... I'd heard there was a recruitment meeting here today and was hoping to join... I don't want to fight any of you."

With that simple matter having been settled, Ches, who was quite pleased with himself, jumped down from the table and sat on the floor. He looked up at the boy, then spoke once again. "Then whatever are you doing all the way over here? Please do come join us." At that, Ches turned and began to walk towards the group.

As the cat walked away Kelsier stayed put in his seat unsure of weather to follow the cat or stay in the shadows and hope for the best.

After walking a short distance, he realized that there were no footsteps behind him. Apparently the petting artisan was shy, or something of the sort. Ches frowned, turning to face the boy. His tail twitched impatiently, and a slight edge colored his voice. this little reconnaissance mission had gone on quite long enough. "Well? Come come now, we haven't got all day, dear boy."

Kelsier nodded and stood quickly pulling his hood back up. "Umm... yeah sorry still a bit nervous." He followed close to the cat almost wishing that he could have stayed at his table and avoided all of this. 'But I need to learn how to control this and this is the only way I'll ever have a chance at it.' With his new found determination he followed the cat to the group his panic having fallen so much that his hair had returned to its normal white color.

Upon reaching the lovely little assortment of Wickeds, old and new, with his little grooming protege in tow, Ches jumped up onto the table and turned to face Morgan. Much to everyone's surprise, the cat spoke. "Do excuse me, while you were having your lovely little discussion I found someone snooping around. Well, not snooping per say, but he hadn't joined the rest of the group yet, and you know how my master gets. He informed me, and here I do quote, 'Ches you lazy, good-for-nothing lump, examine that boy this instant. We have to be sure he isn't a spy. If not...'" Quite theatrically, Ches held up his left forepaw and drew a line across his neck. He made a rather gruesome noise while he did it as well. Having finished, and looking rather pleased with himself, the Cat began to speak once again, clearing his throat before speaking. "End quote. Do excuse my language, it isn't mine you see. Dreadfully poor taste isn't it? Regardless, it turns out, the boy I found was here for the recruitment all along. Isn't that exciting. Now we come to the meat of the matter, Ladies and Gentlemen... I'm dreadfully sorry, you there with the short pink hair, are you male or female? I was curious you see, otherwise it would appear the population to be predominantly female, and then I needn't qualify you as... Wait, male, you say? How very droll! Look, that one's got pink hair, and yet it claims to be male! Delightful. Excuse, me, manners and all that. Oh my... if you could hear the words the master is using with me... I digress. Ladies, and you too gentle Sir, I have the pleasure of introducing...." Ches paused, unsure. He looks to Morgan, then to the boy he'd escorted. "I'm sorry dear boy, I don't appear to recall your name. Further, I don't think we've been properly introduced. Ahh, how incredibly awkward. Please, young Sir, do introduce your self."

Kelsier took a deep breath being careful not to make eye contact with any of the surrounding people. "I'm Kelsier. I don't really know what my ability is... but I've heard you're all special and figured this would be the best place to find help figuring out what it is and how to use it..." Kelsier fell into silence hoping that this would suffice for his introduction.

Once Kelsier, for that was in fact the boy's name, had finished introducing himself, Ches took the stand once again. "Lovely. Now that that's settled, I'm betting you're all curious as to how it is that I can talk. What a clever bunch you are. Ladies, and Gentlemen- I'm so terribly sorry, you there, Pinky, are you quite sure? Yes? Alright then, there's no need to be huffy. Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Cain, and I'm the boss's right hand... Cat." Having finished his little speech, much to his own amusement, Ches turned to Morgan and spoke once again. "Well, have they passed?" As soon as he finished his question, the cat burst into purple flames, which dissipated rather quickly. As soon as the flames were gone, it was plain to see that the talking cat had entirely disappeared. Instead, in it's place was a ceramic tile, with a wonderfully hand-painted, or recreation of the handsome cat which had, not long previously, been alive.

The real Cain, who had been slowly approaching the group in the food court, strode forward confidently in his top hat, suit, and walking stick. No sooner had the flames completely died out, revealing the painted tile, than a gloved hand reached down, in between Mercy and Morgan to retrieve the card, and returned it to its proper place, the shoulder holster under Cain's suit jacket. As he stuffed the card back in it's place, Cain turned to Morgan and spoke. "Was that little devil show-boating again? I'm terribly sorry. I can control them all properly, but sometimes their personalities manage to slip through for longer than entirely necessary." Turning to address the group, Cain spoke once more. "I'm dreadfully sorry to confuse you, but that Cat is named Ches, and he is not me. My name is Cain, and though he was lying through his teeth, Ches was correct. I am the Director's right hand man. I would also like to take this opportunity to apologize to anyone he's insulted. The little troublemaker usually always picks one. Deepest apologies, Sir. It was never my intention to let him insult anyone, but he always manages to get away with it somehow or another." Having finished, Cain took his place at Morgan's right side.

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He pouted at Mercy's deman, "Aw why do you have to be that way? You know I like having fin" His pout turing into a cheesy grin, at the pink haired (Qynna) girls joke. Morgan leaned forwards, elbows resting on his knees as while he listened to each of their replies. He wasn't too particular on their answers not long after Ches came back and jumped on the table. And right behind him was a younger looking kid, from Morgan's view he looked closer towards Mei's age than his own.

The gloomy felone soon went into a manoluge explaining the late arrival of the soon named Kelsier. Funny enough, Ches actually managed to get humurous with the pink haired fellow. Which earned the cat a large smile and a chuckle. It seemed Cain took over for a moment before Ches came back to his right state of mind. Hearing that one question he knew his good friend was going to ask, Morgan rubbed his chin in thought.

Then Ches went up in smoke, in his place was a ceramic tile that held the cats image. Soon after the man himself appeared, telling the newcomers of his role with the Wicked Ones. "Well it was quite the amusing insult, mind you (he motioned to Alek). Any how I don't think I've introduced my green-haired gasmask of a companion. As for me I'm Morgan the-" Right at that moment a loud crash could be heard from one of the hallways leading to a string of stores. Which was soon followed by a small explosion, immediately Morgan tensed but he sat where he was.

Soon enough the source of the newfound chaos popped up, it was pretty hard to miss them too. She was pretty hard to forgot but Morgan's face turned grim. Glancing over at Mercy, Morgan stood up one hand outwards signalling to the newcomers to stay where they were. "Looks like we've got company and its not the good kind."

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"Oh my..."

Though Cain had spoken quite calmly, he was, rest assured, worried. How long had it been since they'd seen... well, since he'd heard, something like that? Although Cain hadn't always been the fondest of Aini, he had to admit, albeit somewhat begrudgingly, that she did make a rather impressive entrance. Wheezing as if she hadn't smoked in weeks, and walking with a stumbling gait, she seemed ragged, and run down. Even worse, it didn't sound like it was just because of her particular penchant for distressed clothing. No, something was quite off about Aini Lestari, that much was definitely certain. Though Cain couldn't quite tell what, as he was, regrettably, without eyes at the moment, he could tell she was in some bad shape. "It would seem we have a visitor Morgan, and an unwanted one at that. What's your call? I suppose a good place for me to start would be with giving you an extra soldier." Though Cain's tone appeared playful, even calm, he was far from such things. Cain still remembered the last time he'd seen Aini. She was, to say the least, not currently vying for the honor of being at the top of Cain's prestigious, "Most Favorite Person in the Whole Wide World," list. As he finished speaking, Cain's entire body was wreathed in purple flames, a show of power. Though the flames weren't hot, they produced a powerful wind, which caused his clothes to ripple and flow. One hand firmly gripping the handle of his cane, the other gloved appendage snaked its way into Cain's jacket pocket and produced a card, the same one that he'd put away just now. As much as he hated to admit it, Ches was the best option in this situation. He'd have to be a complete idiot to try and match Aini's physical might with one of the incarnations of his own. She would tear that card apart, and Cain would have to make a new one. No, it would be better to oppose Aini with the untouchable Cheshire Cat. Less casualties that way.

As he always did, Cain slid the razor edge of the card against the skin of his wrist, allowing the blood to drip onto the card. Once the allotted amount of blood had been spilled, more purple flames licked Cain's wound, and the laceration healed over as if it had never existed in the first place. As handy as it was that the wounds closed themselves, Cain hated that he couldn't make the process hurt any less. Either way, such worries would have to wait. After all, there were other things to take care of at the moment. "Number three, the Sign of Despair, come forth!" At Cain's command, the card and blood burst into purple flames. Next, a small symbol appeared over Cain's right hand, a circular mark, the sign of despair, and a Roman numeral, number three. As the flames from the card faded from existence, it revealed Cain's incomplete familiar. Once the blood had finished binding to the ink within the card's picture, it became reality, a small blob of swirling and fluctuating color. The shape became more and more defined, until the fully formed cat was as real as any other, floating in midair before Cain. Once more, with a sullen glance, the Cat glared at Cain. "Aww..." The cat moaned with complaint. "First you put me away just as I was having fun, now you've brought me back just as I was settling down to take a nap. You really are the worst person I know..." Ches said grumpily. "That's enough Ches. You can nap later. Further, You're not to command me. I am your master and you would do well to remember it." Stymied, the cat remained silent. Cain was never this angry with him. Something very bad must be about to happen. Rather obediently, the Cat stepped out in front of Morgan, and scanned the room until its eyes found Aini. Seeing the threat, Ches growled angrily. It, like all the other familiars, shared Cain's memories, and Ches was just as unhappy with Aini and Cain was. "Ches, you are to obey Morgan's orders for the time being. I have some other business to take care of. Do I make myself clear?" Though the cat said nothing, it twitched its tail as a sign of agreement and understanding. "He's all yours Morgan. While you're taking care of that, I'll be securing the little ones. We can't have them off proving their worth against an adversary like this" In a softer tone, a whisper just for his Leader, Cain added. "Do be careful. Don't forget, that woman is capable of anything." Once that was taken care of, Cain turned and spoke to the new recruits.

"Alright now kiddies, stand back behind me please. What you see before you is one of our ex-members, and not exactly the friendliest one at that. It would behoove you to remain as far away from her as possible. I realize that some of you might be rather confident in your powers. Believe me, I applaud your bravery and confidence, but let us not be foolish." Cain said calmly, attempting to corral the new recruits behind him with his words. "That woman doesn't have a shred of mercy in her heart and is blessed with insane physical condition. She didn't set off any explosives when she entered the building. No, Aini most probably simply walked through the wall. If you engage her, she will tear your head off as soon as look at you. It's not an exaggeration. It's a fact." Cain hoped, beyond all hope, that none of the new recruits had any foolish notions about fighting with Aini. She wasn't someone even Cain, a seasoned Wicked, wanted to tangle with.

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Asteria

"Wait, hold up-- what the fuck? It's been literally twenty minutes and the Hulk's already here to kill you? Should I be impressed?" She felt like she should've seen it coming, or heard it coming, anyway-- like, where was all the screaming, the panicked masses running in the opposite direction, the tragic yet dutiful news reporters? But oh, right. Aster didn't need to see the trail behind Psychopath, much less peek inside an illusion, to come to the conclusion 'run the fuck away, fast'. It was only natural, after all. To a spiked powerhouse like that, anyone was basically a half-dead rabbit served up on a plate.

Perhaps with the adrenaline buzzing in her veins, some luck, and maybe if she was really careful with her illusions-- Aster knew she had a chance of getting out of there. It wouldn't be anything that she'd never done before, you know? Saving her own skin, saying 'to hell with the world', playing survivor for a game that taught people what not to be. Psychopath? Not her problem. People like that-- people like that were like the meth heads, the street rats who shot themselves higher until they burned up in the sun; fucking up everyone else every step of the way (dying without even the decency of paying back her couple hundred, assholes). Psychopath would kick the bucket eventually, under a Wicked One or a U.S. nuke. Aster didn't really need to do anything at all.

She certainly didn't owe anyone anything. 'Less even some heroic group of misfits looking for a place in the world.'

But, as she watched the weird classy dude summon the weird cat with an attitude (Despair, was it? Didn't he seem too cute for that?), she realized that damn it, she was hesitating. And not just because of the whole 'bravery and confidence' thing ('Pfft, right.'), but rather at the absurdity of it all-- Aster almost wanted to laugh, because of course the arch-villain had an 'insane physical condition' and had it personal with the Wicked Ones. That amusement though, that was the point. When was the last time that she'd wanted to laugh in the face of a bloodthirsty, partially insane psychopath? Longer than it should've been acceptable. 'Life's fucking boring, what's a girl to do?'

So Aster broke no argument when she stood behind Cain's shadow, decidedly not leaving and yet not enthusiastically volunteering herself either. She'd stay, sure, but it didn't seem like she was needed anyway; and this was as good of a time as any to see what she'd really signed up for (or what the Wicked Ones were made of). And by the sound of the ringing in her head (something painful altogether, like nails on a chalkboard), she knew that this time-- if she let up, this time her illusions would definitely go out of control. Psychopath's bloodlust was on a whole other level, and even with the somewhat far proximity she was still manhandling Aster's ability along.

It didn't take a genius to figure that Psychopath probably wanted (and therefore, would have seen, felt) a delicious massacre of the Wicked Ones, but it sure as hell wouldn't stop there. Aster was almost curious, whether it would end with the collapse of L.A., the state, or the country altogether. 'Or would it even end?' It was probably better not to know.

Aster winced, a hand to her head, as she made an effort to not look at Psychopath (it's worse when she does); cringing at the increasing volume of internal screeching. Her control had always been precarious at best, but this time it'd just have to be worse, given how she wasn't running away. She muttered, "'As far away from her as possible', right. Would the other side of the city count?" Astor was poised, alert, probably at the furthest back in the group; conspicuously inconspicuous, so to speak. Evidently uninterested in getting involved with Psychopath, anyway.

If one cared to look, it'd be fairly obvious that she was fighting something supernatural-- and so she vaguely offered to anyone concerned (or within earshot):

"If I lose it, knock me out. Doesn't matter how, you'll know. And I'm fine."


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"Knock you out? Okay...if that's what you want," Qynna said. She was a bit unsure how to go about this situation. Her ego and pride told her to ignore the guy's orders, and the fact that they were orders made her grind her teeth a little, but then again this woman was typically someone that Qynna would more than happily run away from instead of fight. But she needed these "Wicked Ones" to save her ass from those gangsters in New York and they couldn't do that if they were dead. All signs were pointing to helping them out, but her feet wouldn't move, and the girl with the pink hair was uncertain if it was out of fear or if she for once was actually going to obey someone else's orders. Either way her feet not moving was pretty embarrassing for her.

Qynna looked around at the others, at the moment none of them seemed to be moving either, and Hell they didn't know that she wanted to move but couldn't, they weren't fucking mind-readers...or at least she hoped none of them were. So she just sat down, trying to look as though she had decided to not do anything, but instead just watch the scene as it was going to play out.

"Well since the mall has gone to shit, I guess there's no stopping me from smoking," Qynna said, she wasn't entirely certain if it was loud enough for other's to hear or not, but honestly she didn't care. She was just relieved that she could actually calm her shaking nerves right now. She pulled out a box of cigarettes from her pocket along with a sleek, black lighter. She reclined in the chair she sat down in, bringing one of her legs up as was the usual "chilling" position that she had. The nicotine felt good running inside her and she could immediately tell a difference as her nerves stopped their shaking. She breathed out, letting the cloud of smoke dissipate in front of her face.

She was calm, she was relaxed, and now completely less worried about not being able to move earlier. Qynna just chalked that off as needing her smokes rather than fear. It made more sense to her, I mean who was this person anyway? A stranger with some extreme form of strength, nothing to bat an eye at. Sure it would be more difficult to take down someone like this, but Qynna figured that she could find a way eventually. A sudden thought came into her head about that girl's comment from earlier. She reached under the table, her arm slipping through the shadows to a kitchen she had once saw, and one specific draw. Her hand groped around blindly in the draw for a little bit till she felt a handle touch her hand, her fingers wrapped around it and she pulled her arm back. When her arm came back to where she sat in the demolished food court of the mall, it was gripping a smallish frying pan.

"Hey blondie think this will work in knocking you out? That is if the time came," Qynna asked the girl holding up the pan and looking rather proud of herself. It was almost as if she were making some sort of joke, a wide smirk on her face and her eyes slightly crinkled. There were more loud crashes and dust that came, but Qynna was almost completely oblivious to it. They didn't want her help, fine, they wouldn't get it. They wouldn't even get her attention if that's how they felt. She took another raw inhale of her cigarette, letting it hang in her lungs for a bit before blowing it out again. With her addiction satisfied Qynna was now more like her usual self instead of some jittery squirrel of a thing.

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A loud crash echoed through out the mall as rubble and debris flew everywhere Shadow looked to the source seeing a shadowy figure between the smoke and dead bodies, was this some kind of initiation? A test to show their worth? Shadow was trembling with excitement this hasn't happen to him in a long time the air around him began to fluctuate noticing this Shadow began to take deep breaths to calm himself down and after a few seconds he did gaining his composure once again. That person was trouble Shadow knew this, heck that person killed a few people just by bursting through the wall! His conscience was screaming to run but he couldn't so many people were killed he couldn't stand idly by and let this go on any further, whether it meant his death or not he had to try and stop that person. All his survival instincts kicked in, he was in full alert and danger sensitive his eyes fixed on the one who burst through the wall, quickly analyzing her from head to toe, he readied a slight stance and was about to jump right in to fight. Only to see the Right hand man of the Wicked Ones leader Cain summon the cat that Shadow had seen disappear only moments ago,'Sign of Despair? Number Three? Is that his ability or something, to summon that weird talking cat? He did say three so are there more? ' Shadow thought, then Cain turned his attention to us the new recruits and told us to stand back; that that woman would easily and without a second though kill us on the spot.

Shadow quickly snapped back to normal and looked Cain after he finished talking "I could see she's dangerous, but that's no excuse to cower in fear before her, I may be a new recruit and not know anything but I can't stand idly by and watch her slaughter innocent people it goes against my moral code. There's something I could help with! As you said I am quite confident in my fighting prowess and abilities! " Shadow said. It may be true that this Aini person could easily outmatch Shadow with her 'insane physical condition' meaning shes probably many times stronger than Shadow in a physical perspective of course, but Shadow shared a similar condition albeit he may not be able to easily smash an entire wall and keep on going with no damage. 'Heh.... maybe jumping in head first isn't the smartest strategy, and know that I think of it Aini is a woman how should I go over this...' Shadow thought. He should analyze Aini and build a profile on her and see if he could find anything to help him at least survive if need comes.

"If I lose it, knock me out. Doesn't matter how, you'll know. And I'm fine." hearing this Shadow looked at the woman she had a hand over her head and was cringing it looked as if she was about to burst. "I'm not fond of hitting women but I'll try my best to not see you cause a scene heh. " Shadow said to Asteria with a reassuring smile on his face, he was calm and collected, a bit oblivious to the overwhelming danger around him but that's just how he is so he couldn't help it.
Slightly glancing at the other woman as the smell of cigarette smoke made its way through his nostril Shadow waved his hand clearing a bit of the smoke, "You know those things kill you right? A beautiful woman like yourself shouldn't be smoking." Shadow said to Qynna.

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“Compa...”

And so, a series of loud crashes and tables, chairs and anything else not nailed to the friggin' floor flying through the air disrupted the peaceful meeting.

“-ny.”

Timing, Mercy thought as she let out a muffled groan. How she regretted leaving her safe zone today now.

Within minutes- No, seconds, she had arrived. The strongwoman, the ex-Wicked Aini. Shit! She didn't recall her being that ugly! Then again, it had been about... forever. “Oh? It still remembers my name.” Mercy retorted disinterestedly at the sound of her not birth name being uttered.

As per usual, Cain did his thing. The man always did prioritize the safety of others, especially newbies. Which was perhaps a logical course of action. Nobody in the right mind would willingly tumble with Aini, lest they end up with broken bones if not worse. Even Mercy had to acknowledge that fact, despite thinking Aini was even less than dog shit littering a nice meadow.

She sat, calmly, arms folded as she did not even bother to lift her head and acknowledge that 'it' was here. Her ruby eyes just kept fixed on Morgan. Mercy hoped to God that he had some incredible plan to run the fuck away, and, if not, he'd only need to say the word.

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Mei



Rolling around in bed Mei's eyes snapped open and she stared up at her ceiling. Rubbing her eyes she glanced at her clock 2:35 rolling her eyes she curled up in her bed and went back to sleep. Soon enough she felt someone shaking her. Groaning she tried to roll around in hopes of swatting away the arms that were shaking her awake but she found she was unable to.

In that moment Mei began to panic. Green eyes snapping open, they made eye contact with equally green ones. Her eyes widened in surprise as her body twisted at an awkward angle to get out of his grip. In doing so he let go of her and she fell to the floor. Letting out a yelp she sat up rubbing her shoulder. Looking up at Joseph she glared at him, "Thanks a lot idiot. Why in god’s name did you do that for? Where are we anyway?"

Slowly getting up Mei brushed herself off. Looking around she took a step back a scowl on her face. " Joseph why are we at the mall? Wait did you really bring me to the recruit meeting! In my pajama's! You couldn't wait until I got up." Rubbing her arms, Mei pulled at her nightgown and went to the guardrail to see what was going on. Looking down Mei hadn’t realized the large commotion that was going down below. A lot of people were running away from the food court and she could see some of the Wicked members. But it wasn't just Wicked members there were faces she didn't recognize.

Mei could see Cain doing something and all the new faces stood behind him. Frowning Mei leaned over the guardrail and saw something or rather someone approaching the Wicked and the new recruits. "No way. It's Aini!" a small smile crept onto her lips at the sight of her old friend. In her excitement Mei began to run towards the group but then stopped once she reached the top of the stairs. Looking over at Joseph she beckoned him over, “Hey are you coming or what?’ Not waiting for an answer Mei continued her decent.

She knew full well who and what Aini was capable of. Morgan warned her many times, when the monstrous woman was a Wicked, to stay away from her, that she was dangerous. Not that Mei listened to him. Mei was somewhat heartbroken when her friend left the group and she knew why. Aini had given into her urges as an Other but Mei still didn’t care she knew somewhere inside there was a good person.

Morgan


Morgan watched with a solemn face as the woman he once knew headed their way. She was quite large, Aini that is, and even now despite the distance between him and her she still seemed so massive compared to him. Gulping Morgan remembered all the times he would stand beside her or simply being in the same room as her. Every time he found just how small he was compared to his comrade but now Aini was no longer a comrade but an Other, an enemy for him and his Wickeds to deal with in the coming future.

He had hoped it wouldn’t be anytime soon, or never at all if he could help it. But it seems fortune wasn’t on his side not any more anyways, It never was on your side. Pushing his glasses back up to their rightful place, Morgan watched as Cain did his own thing. Somehow despite the oncoming chaos Morgan felt a calm befall him. All he could do was watch as Cain began to offer up his blood to one of his cards. As the inky substance before him began to take shape Morgan realized it was the cat familiar Ches. “Hmmp you’d think i would have received a bit better soldier. But I guess you’ll have to do eh Ches? Don’t worry I won’t have you do anything to extraneous.” he said jokingly to the gloomy cat.

He looked up at his old friend, nodding his understanding to his concern, “Now when have I not been careful eh? I got death right in the eyes remember” he replied in an equally quiet whisper. Morgan’s attention then drifted over to the new recruits, he was somewhat curious as to how they were handling the situation and from the looks of it they were doing alright. He did raise a brow upon hearing Asteria’s request. A request even Morgan found relatively odd, “Now what in the world would make me want to knock you out? Hmm we have a lot to discuss when we get back to base.” His last few words were mainly directed towards the smoker and now he was truly curious as to where she got the frying pan from.

Looking back to Mercy, all Morgan could do was stare at her for a moment. A slight frown pulled the corners of his lips downwards before opening to show some teeth. Morgan took a deep breathe then released it. He ran his fingers through his hair, ruffling it up a bit then took off his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose. Morgan made a big show of it too, of how tired he was with dealing with these sort of problems. Blinking a couple times he made sure not to look at Mercy until the clear lenses of his glasses fell across his eyes. “Alright I guess now would be a good time to great our old friend.” Sniffing Morgan rubbed his nose, rolled shoulders while taking off his jacket. He threw the jacket in the direction of one of the recruits, the blonde one, “Here hold this. I wouldn’t advise trying to be all heroic or anything sweetheart. It’s bad enough I gotta deal with Aini, I’d rather not have to knock out such a pretty little lady.”

“Mercy take them away from here. I don’t want them getting in the way of this and Cain you too. Keep some distance from me but well you know how it goes. I’ll deal with Aini which shouldn’t be too hard so long as I don’t get to close right? And Ches just keep a look out, if something funny happens do your thing so long as it doesn’t involve someone losing an arm.” he gave them a sheepish look. Turning his attention back towards Aini Morgan began to walk towards he but took small steps in doing so. “What is it that you want Aini? You know you can’t just go about demolishing malls. You know very well what’ll happen if you do. But then again I guess that’s just in your nature am I right.”

Putting his hands up as a sign of peace, Morgan approached her when something caught his eye. A small figure was running down a nearby staircase and his eyes widened upon realizing who it was. “Mei?” faltering in his step, Morgan paused long enough to leave an opening.

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Hmm found this to be a lot easier than sending everyone a pm. So make sure to reply in the OOC that your still here!!

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Morgan, Mei, Joeseph & Mercy


In that moment, that single moment, Morgan knew it was over. Not for the Wicked Ones or the girl he swore he's give his life for, no the man with the glasses knew it was over for him. Suddenly large rough hands clamped down on his throat and he could feel the steady pressure of Aini's power as she crushed him like a bug. Morgan's hands went to the source of pain, as if holding his throat would stop Aini. Nothing could stop this mammoth of a woman, nothing not even him.

Scrunching up his face, Morgan gasped for the air that would not come. His face slowly began to turn red and his vision slowly fading at the edges. Then a new pain came, this was far worse than any other. Pressure rained down on his face, mainly his eyes. He felt his glasses shatter the moment Aini grabbed his face, and just like that Morgan screamed in pain as the broken shards of what used to be his glasses dug into his skin.

However almost as soon as it had started; the pressure slowly went away. Morgan on the other was glad for it but that feeling didn't last long as his vision grew darker and darker. A single syllable rang through the air but he couldn't make sense of any of it. Soon enough Morgan felt his body fall to the ground and new pain kicked it but it was dulled by him barely being conscious. He rolled over to his back, one hand on his stomach as he tried to breathe. Eventually he succeeded but it hurt like hell. His face hurt like hell from all the cuts it received from his glasses. Damn this was not the way I wanted the Recruits to remember me by

All Mei could think about was it was her fault Morgan was in that position. But she didn't care not right now, hell deep inside Mei knew she wanted Morgan to feel pain but not like this. Her bright green eyes widened in shock as she watched her old friend slowly crush her sisters’ lover like an egg. Mei stopped in her tracks but after a while she started to take clumsy steps forwards. "Aini! Aini! Stop! You're hurting him!" Seeing no visible reaction from Aini, Mei changed her words up. With a shake of her head Mei called out to her friend, "Aini! Stop! Stop! You're hurting me! Me! Aini! Aren't we friend!?"

This time her words seemed to work, if she looked close enough Mei could see that Aini's grip on Morgan lessened until finally she let go of him altogether. Mei watched as Aini panicked, her eyes shifting everywhere anxiously. Seeing her moment of opportune, Mei rushed to Morgan's side to check if he was still alive. Mei put on hand against his nose and could barely feel the air leaving his body. A sigh of relief left her lips and Mei turned her attention back to Aini. In that instance all Mei felt was pity for her friend, She's so lost, like a puppy born into a world without its mother.

Upon thinking that a look of determination spread across her face and she stood up and took a few steps towards Aini. "It's okay Aini, you don't have to be scared. I'm here and I believe in you, now go before more cops come and they waste bullets on you. Go!" although her words were soft in the beginning as she ended her plea they became hard, so as to show Aini the urgency in getting away. Turning back to Morgan, Mei questioned him to see if he was still awake or even alive.

Morgan's eyes fluttered open looking up at the smudged vision of a girl with red hair. He quickly shut them to keep from killing her. Mei? realizing his words didn't vocalize, he tried to speak but found he couldn't. After a few more failed attempts a flurry of coughing fits came. In all the coughing Morgan turned to his side and began to cough up a little bit of blood. Mei watched on in what looked to be horror when she saw the blood. Morgan shifted positions so that he was now sitting up, however he kept his eyes shut. "Mei help me to the rest of the group. We need to get out of here before the cops try to get us." Nodding to his request, Mei lead him to the rest of the Wickeds were As she did so Mei turned around and beckoned Joseph over to them.

Soon the unfitting duo stood before the Wickeds both old and new. Morgan had another coughing fit, clearing his throat he spoke, “ “Well sorry you guys had too witness that, it isn’t like that all the time. But we need to split into groups so the cops don’t catch up to us. Mercy your coming with me, bring Asteria and Shadow. Joseph take Mei with Kelsier and Qynna, did everyone get that? Cain I need you to do something for me but we’ll need to talk in private.” Mei let him go ad began to round up her group with Joseph. Once he was sure they were alone, Morgan spoke to his old friend, “I need you to look into something for me, can you do that?” After a moment of hushed whispers, Morgan set his friend on his way and he groped around for something to grab a hold of. Hopefully Mercy or anyone really would take his hand and lead him out of this place.


Joe watched with tired eyes and a lazy smirk as Mei became excited from waking up in a strange place. "We're at the mall silly. Where else would we be," He asked. It seemed Mei had enough time to react to her new environment but, not enough to tell him off as he expected before seeing their group and an old friend. He never actually thought bad of Aini because he knew the pain of wanting to use the destructive power given to him so, he gladly followed Mei downstairs. By that time Aini had already attacked Morgan, making Joe's sleep squinted eyes grow wide awake. "Wow Aini. You're as tough and beautifully destructive as ever," He commented while Mei on the other hand was trying to calm her down.

After a short while, Aini did actually let go, making the young man think she wanted another sparring partner, but seeing the environment and how Mei was trying to calm her down, he realized he'd have to save the fun for another day. Brushing his hair back and sighing, he walked a little closer to the muscular woman and said, "You know, Mei's right. You should get out of here while you can. Don't worry, I'll make sure no one will follow you, 'kay?" Even though his friend was running loose like a madwoman, he still couldn't bare for the cops to catch her.....if they could catch her.

After he was done, Joe went to Mei and Morgan, who didn't look to be in good health. As Morgan asked, he helped Mei take their injured leader to the rest of the group. Seeing the new comers up close was really a sight. Each had their own distinct feel about them. Though it was mostly the hair colors he was paying attention to, he still wondered what each person could do. However, he kept quiet for the time being due to the urgency of Morgan’s words. There was now so much he wanted to say and so little time to say it almost hurt, but he managed somehow.

"Oh cool. I get to team up with the new kids huh? Nice. Don't worry boss man, I'll take care of them." He happily said walking over to the short white haired boy. "Hey, cool hairstyle," he said. "I'm Joseph, but please, do try to make an effort to call me Joe. I like it better, and this is Mei." Walking over to the pink haired girl he looked at her up and down in a serious way. "Hmm, seems we have a model in our midst. Hehehe. I'm just kidding." Joe looked around to see which direction they could take to get out of the building before realizing that he had three options. They could wither use the doors and walls as exits, the underground subway, which would probably cause a mess down the line, or he could create enough discs for them to travel in the air. Though he wasn't sure about the last plan. He didn't want to concentrate on both the disc and the cops, if they decided to shoot. Not knowing what plan to take he simply turned to Mei. "So, what's the plan princess. Do you want me to destroy some of the building for our escape, or do you have a better idea?" From what had happened in the last few minutes, there had to be cops surrounding the building, though, it's not like Joe would hesitate should the need arrive to blast them.

There was undeniable fear in the presence of Aini, and Mercy knew well that she wouldn't be useful in any way. She watched, blank faced at the situation unfolding. Not a single motion or command coming from the freak Wicked. Much to her surprise, Aini, for whatever reason, released Morgan from her steady grip and leave the man to wallow in pain.

“Morgan...” Mercy whispered, watching the poor sod be dragged to the small group of new and old Wicks, murmuring commands and requests to everyone. They needed to leave while they could. It wouldn't take long for those slowpoke bluehats to come out and shoot anything that didn't look natural. As Morgan took Cain aside for some private talk, Mercy approached the two she was supposed to bring. “You two,” She spoke, almost commanding, pointing at Asteria and Shadow and beckoning to follow her. “You're with me.”

Staring Cain down as he ran off, Mercy approached Morgan with a bit of a worry on her face. “Look at you,” She said calmly, grabbing his arm. “You're a mess.” It wasn't something to joke about, surely. From what Mercy could tell, Morgan wasn't too keen on enacting the helpless fool routine in front of the rookies.

“You don't think they'll be kind enough to let us waltz out of here without a peep?” She asked, though swiftly answered her own question. “Didn't think so. What's the plan then, Morgan?” He was still the leader, and Mercy couldn't for the life of her tell others what to do, so she hoped Morgan was able to do just that.

Mei looked over at Joeseph for a brief moment before looking around at her surroundings for the first time. By the looks of it they would have to go with Joe's last suggestion. "Yeah but not too big, we don't want them to notice. I'll get Morgan so his group can go through the same exit but we'll have to split by then." Turning her back to her teammate, Mei quickly walked over to Morgan and explained the plan to him and Mercy. "Alright then we'll take Joesephs exit strategy and split once we get out. Mercy you'll have to lead us back to the base. I can't risk accidentally using my ability on the others." Mei listened to Morgan's command and for a moment she felt hatred for him but it only lasted a moment. Walking back to Joeseph she looked around once more for a good spot and lead the whole group. "Here will be good. Just make it fast but nothing to flashy okay."

Looking around, Joe realized that options were small. Very small. He looked at his older companions faces and then looked at the newer ones, trying to make sense of their emotions. After Mei's suggestion about going out the same exit and splitting up, Joe already had a plan about where they would go to lose the police. It wasn't the classiest route, but, having ran from the cops on more than one occasion, it was definitely the best way for his group to go. Heck, even if the others followed there were dozens of tunnels to go through. "Sounds good to me. I already know where we're going," he answered. After Mei left to talk to Morgan and returned, Joe couldn't help but to giggle at her request of nothing flashy. "I'm not going to destroy the whole building," he grinned. Raising his hand as if holding something already, little dots of light slowly came together; forming into a ball that soon looked like it was absorbing the dots. It kept on going, getting brighter and brighter until it was the size of a basketball. Rearing his arm back, as if he was going to through a punch, Joe shoved the ball at the wall, bursting through the concrete and making a small hole. Small, but big enough to fit through. The ball, which was still present on the other side of the wall, slowly turned back into dust particles of light and disappeared into nothingness.

"Alright. My team, we're going to go there," He said pointing to the sewer pan on the ground. After prying it open he looked up at his crew. "Well, what’s taking you guys so long? Let’s ditch."

Mercy didn't respond, merely nodded at the plan and Morgan's request to have her lead the flock to safety. Although... she was unsure that she could do so successfully. When Joe had 'subtly' created an exit for the Wickeds and led his group down into the sewers, Mercy beckoned for her team to follow while she made sure to keep an eye on Morgan. [color==#6f00ff]“You sure you don't want Joe and Mei to carry you? They've got the safer route.”[/color] All they had left to choose were the alleyways, not the safest escape with Morgan in this state. “Stick close and don't lose sight of me.” Mercy urged to everyone, guiding them into the nearest alley.

Morgan smiled at Mercy's concern. "You know I can't do that, not right now. But thanks for the concern." As they made their way to their Headquarters, Morgan did have some trouble but not too much trouble. On the other hand, Mei and Joe led their group through the sewers until they reached their destination.

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Qynna sat frozen, her cigarette slowly burning down as she watched this unknown woman crushing Morgan. She was unsure of what to do. Run? That certainly would be the easiest and her most common response, but it had taken her a long time to come this close at finding someone to...help. Fight? Obviously that would be a brilliant idea as this woman destroyed most of the mall by herself. Just sit here and watch? She may not be the most "law abiding citizen", but that is just horrible. Thankfully she didn't have to decide before a young red-head came scrambling up to the scene, along with a blond haired boy. The scene quickly unraveled itself after that. The attacker ran off, leaving a bloody and barely conscious Morgan in her wake. There was a lot of whispering going on between the older members of the group and then they split up. The blond guy walked over to the one with white hair and then her. He commented about her being a model, she just rolled her eyes at that.

Apparently they would be splitting up into groups. It was the white haired boy, the little red head girl that had run up to miss super strength, and the blond guy who who called her a model. Qynna just sort of sat still while everyone figured out how to get out. At over-hearing that they were trying to get out as quietly and quickly as possible, the pink haired girl did try to speak up, as that was completely her thing, but they just kept talking over her. Joe blasted a hole in the ground and called for his team to come over. Qynna rolled her eyes, getting ignored was not something she was used to, or even liked. This put her in a bit more of a sour mood as she walked over to the hole.

She looked down, they were taking the sewer it seemed. Great, Qynna thought to herself as she dropped down. It would have been just as easy for her to drop down and just wait for them somewhere else, but there were too many complications with that. One, they didn't know where she was staying so they couldn't meet there and two, she didn't know where they were going so she couldn't just beat them there while they drudged through sewage.

"If you bothered to ask, I could have helped out with sneaking away," Qynna called up to Joe, then adding under her breath, "Instead you've doomed us to walking sewage, bravo genius."

She moved out of the way a little, giving more space for the others to drop down, without splashing her even. You would think that with her red eyes and pink hair, that even in the dark she would be easy to spot, but that wasn't so. There was a reason they called her 'Night Ire' and it wasn't completely because of her power. She has a knack for disappearing into shadows. Even now the only thing that suggested she was still there was a thin outline of light around her.

Qynna plugged her nose, regretting now not using her power to sneak out just by herself. "Can you guys hurry up? If I stay any longer I may pass-out," she called up. Yeah it was a bit of a dramatic and even a princess-y thing to say, but it was also kind of true. The longer she stayed down there the more light headed she became.

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Asteria

"Hey blondie think this will work in knocking you out? That is if the time came,"

"Right, yeah, sure," she replied distractedly, side-eyeing the frying pan with a mixture of distrust and... mild curiosity? She'd almost thought that her illusions had finally gotten out of hand for a moment there-- enough to do a double-take, anyway. 'But seriously though, what the fuck.' Aster was spared an equally inattentive comment on the last bits of conversation (zoning out seemed to be becoming a habit) when everything, not in the least predictably, started to go to shit. In retrospect, maybe watching that half-suicidal kid actually run towards Psychopath should've been a sign to wash her hands of this whole 'Wicked Ones' business. It certainly seemed like a good enough time to walk away, especially when Spiky 'Do was getting burned out there. What did it say about the gang when their leader-figure got himself owned in front of his lackeys?

'When did I stop taking my own advice?' She could almost feel the years and decades slide off her lifespan and down through her fingers. Really, just reassuring. And so was the mounting screech of her headache, fuck if she would ever sell bloodlust short again, 'Jesus fucking Christ this is getting ridiculous--'

'-- wait what.' The pain left as quickly as it had come, the silent ringing in her ears almost jarring compared to the dull roar that it had been. By the time that Aster could look up in disbelief (she hadn't exactly been watching), there was already a crowd of two at Morgan's side and a suspiciously absent Psychopath; that, and a somewhat concerning amount of cops spilling over. From then, they seemed to be splitting up and finally getting the hell out of there-- by all means, a brilliant plan if it involved running. She didn't really think much of contributing, then, (not that she knew much of L.A. anyway, or where they were headed) and kind of just stood near the back until one of the dudes finished blasting a hole in the mortar.

She wondered if it was a good thing, that she was starting not to get surprised. 'Weird shit, anyway.' At least it seemed as though... Mercy? knew her way around. Spiky 'Do, though. Worrying.

At Mercy's command to 'stick close and don't lose sight' of her, Aster gave a lazy, two-fingered salute before following behind; making some comment like "Ay-ay, captain. After you." on the way. She was certainly spry when compared to her condition just a few moments prior, and for all her doubt-filled worth watched carefully as they made their way through the streets. It wouldn't do to get themselves caught, after all, and so she occasionally made use of a few illusions when it ever counted-- as subtly as she could, anyway, and shrugging it off (for the rest of the group wouldn't have necessarily understood) if any of them happened to notice. It was just a convenient thing, seeing as how they couldn't have made good time with Morgan half-down for the count.

Aster was in a good enough mood, anyway. She'd always been at home in the streets, so far as anyone could tell. After what seemed to be a while of inconspicuous back-alley sleuthing, she asked (in what would be a well-natured, mildly sarcastic tone): "So, where are we headed? Let me guess, the Wicked Ones take with underground tunnels and have a bottomless budget?"

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Okay so this is taking far too long. I don't have the luxury of sending out pms to every one of you so please respond by Posting for your Character! We need to move things along now so that I can bring in the other characters. Although I know some of you are just waiting on the rest.

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Morgan&Mei


Morgan overheard Asteria’s comment and couldn’t help but chuckle to himself before giving the girl an answer. “Sadly we don’t have the greatest budget but we make do with what we have. We’re heading somewhere that should be safe for the time being, hopefully for many more years but with what happened today that may not be the case. Does that quell your curiosity?” Morgan kept his head facing forwards or at least he assumed it was forwards since he wasn’t too sure at the time. What he was sure about was the throbbing pain from where Aini had nearly crushed his head in those gigantic hands of hers. Thinking on it a bit more Morgan shudder, hopefully Mercy wouldn’t notice and worry.

Eventually Morgan felt them come to a stop and from what he guessed they were nearing their hideout. The sounds of a passing train roared by quietly and not long after the first drops of rain fell from the sky. “I guess we better hurry before it starts coming down hard.” letting Mercy guide him to their home, Morgan couldn’t wait to walk through familiar hallways. Once they got there, the group was met by a large building that may have been a hotel at one point in its life. Now it was a bit rundown but still in decent enough shape to take on the brunt of their activities and still stand. Pushing open the doors, they were met with quiet hallways that were surprisingly occupied by a few individuals, most of which flocked around Mercy asking what had happened. Morgan being the kind of guy he was, he waved them away saying he was fine. “Hey Mercy could you take me to my room?”
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On the other hand, Mei and Joseph were having the time of their lives navigating through the labyrinth of sewer tunnels. Of course Mei would have said this sarcastically but it was only on occasion that she enjoyed being down here. Thankfully this was the quicker route but also the most dangerous since there were places were the pavement had erode and could collapse into the sewage water, although it wasn’t particularly high. But looks could be deceiving as Mei on her first trip down this way had made the mistake of jumping into the low waters only to fall into a drop that had reached up to her armpits. Just thinking about how hard it had been to get rid of the smell made her want to puke. They walked for what seemed like forever but since it was just her Joeseph and that one kid with the funny hair it was somewhat boring.

Looking back behind her, Mei gave the kid a hard look over, “So what brought you out this way?” Whether he answered her or not Mei turned her attention forwards happy to see that familiar step ladder that would take them back to reality. Mei let Joeseph go first, then the kid while she came in last as she liked to do whenever they went out on patrol. Once she climbed out Mei couldn’t help but stretch and sigh loudy, “Fresh air, gosh I hate going that way sometimes.” she folded her arms briefly before motioning to the both of them to cross the tracks. Their home wasn’t really that much to look at, at least by Mei’s standards. They came out from the back which was why they had to cross the tracks and now that they were across Mei giggled a bit before running off ahead of them. “I’m gonna go up on ahead you can deal with the newbie Joeseph as payback for taking me to the mall.” She couldn’t wait to get back inside on clean floors, she had been walking around everywhere in her pjs and only wore socks, which were now ruined, when she had gone through the sewers. The other reason she had run off ahead was to see if Morgan and his group had arrive yet and it seemed they had.

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“I can take him if you want Mercy, I kinda need to head up that way since as you can see I am not prepared to deal with these guys.” Not bothering to wait for her friend to agree, Mei took Morgan by the arm and lead him to his room. “So how do you feel? We didn’t get as many people as we had hoped but it’s something right.” she said while guiding Morgan on where to sit down. “I feel like absolute crap truth be told, but you are right a few is better than none. Hey can you reach into that draw with the missing knob, I may have spare glasses I can use.” Nodding, Mei went through the doors and pulled out a case for glasses. Opening it she inspected the glasses and frowned, “Um I’m not eye doctor but I don’t think these will work Morgan the left lens is missing and the right is cracked.” she said carefully while handing them to Morgan. The older man took them from her and also inspected them but with his hands since he couldn’t open his eyes least he use his ability on Mei. “Tch, you’re right. Damn I thought I had fixed these but I guess not. Well um I guess you’re gonna have to help Mercy and the others deal with the newbies. I can’t exactly lead people as I am now.” he said with a shrug of his shoulders.

Folding her arms across her chest Mei gave him a scrutinizing glare before leaving him with a huff. Rushing to her own room, Mei quickly changed clothes, slipping into her favorite pair of boots and washing her face and hands with scented soap in hope of getting rid of the musty sewer smell. Look at herself through the mirror before going back to where she assumed the rest of them were still waiting.

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Joe, who was happily escorting a quiet person, a diva who seemed to dislike walking in the sewers, and his friend who he knew wasn't going to have any problem in the usual path of transportation. Eventually once they arrived to their exit area, he realized he was missing someone, but shook it off. Morgan wouldn't realize. Not in his current condition. Thus, good job. He patted himself on the back for being able to guide at least one hopeful recruit through the messy trail. Walking up the ladder well and waiting for everyone to exit the underground tunnels before closing the grate back over the hole in the ground. Once his short friend cheered about leaving the sewers, Joe couldn't help but to frown. "But... I thought you liked going that way. Awe." He knew she wanted to go check on Morgan an also had no problem looking after the new guy, so he nodded when she told him she was going on ahead. "Hmm. Well I guess we should meet up with the other new person and Mercy," he said giving the white haired male a lazy smirk. It wouldn't be too far off to say he looked as if someone who hadn't slept in days, the tribal markings on his face, giving the illusion of bags. "Come on bud. After we get with the other newbie I can show you around. Oh this should be fun." He then turned humming to himself, walking slowly towards the same direction as Mei. Once inside the building he turned to his, hopefully, new ally and said, "Well this is it. It looks like crap from the outside, and pretty much a warehouse from in this area, but the rooms are customizable. Though, anything is if you put forth the effort. Am I right. Hehe. Oh cool. They beat us here."

Walking over to his other old friend and the spunky looking new girl he waved. Giving a quick glance at "Silver Hair", a name he secretly named the kid until he learned his name, he grinned. "Wow Mercy, I see you wore your best gear to impress the new guys, hmm." He was only teasing of course, as he did mostly with everyone. "You know what? I'm pretty stumped on what we're supposed to do now. It's been a long time since anyone has been "new" here, and I'm pretty sure at that last time, I was either sleeping or doing a hobby or something. Soooo. It looks like you two might just have to wait for the boss man to recover. Yeah that sounds like a neat idea. We have food in the fridge, games hooked up to peoples t.v's, not mine though. I kinda blew up my t.v. Oh, and we also have year old tickets to Six Flags. Though, I'm sure those tickets aren't viable anymore seeing as they're a year old. Hmm. Oooh. I know what we should do. Man I'm like a leading genius or something. Hey Cee-Cee," Cee-Cee, being a nickname he made for Mercy, "How about we introduce ourselves, and then we let these guys introduce themselves. Or do you know them already? Well whatever. I don't know 'em. You see. My name is Joseph. Don't call me that though. Please. Just call me Joe. I'm twenty-one years old and I like sleeping, meeting people, and making up names for people. Hmm. Let's see. I'll call you Silver," he said pointing to the short boy with the white looking hair, "and I'll call you.... Ummm." Joe had to look up and search for an answer in his brain. There wasn't anything that stood out about the woman to him. At least nothing he could nickname off of her. He then looked slowly around the room to avoid it being known that he was having an issue and then looked at what was on her feet. "Boots." He said it without thinking really. Though, it was too late to go back on it now. "Yup. I'm gonna call you boots. Though, I might switch nicknames later one. I use to call Mercy, Greenie, until I realized that was an ugly name. Though, Boots is the name of that one kids monkey huh?" Again, he wasn't thinking while talking, which made conversations easier for him, but caused him to make blunders. "Ummmm. Soooo," he started to say to end his own awkward silence. "What's your names and what can you do? Can any of you guys fly. That'd be so cool. Flying by myself is pretty lame. Ohh ohhhh. Can any of you guys do what i did early. That'd be sweet. We can learn how to use our powers together and stuff. Well? Why's it feel like I'm the only one talking here?" He asked to no one in particular.

Looking over the area once more, Joe's eyes widened. How could he miss the guy who stood out more than any of the others. "Oh geez. How could I forget about you. I guess it's cz you look like a natural fit for our group and all with your cool hair and everything. You know what, just so you don't feel left out, I'ma call you Ruby. You know... Like the Gem that's red like fire. . . Cuz your hair. . . ." Joe looked at everyone around him realizing that he was really at the point of needed to clear the floor to let someone else talk, so he gave an awkward laugh and said, "Okay. I'm done I think. The floor is all yours..... Whoever wants it....... Don't be shy...."

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Home. Mercy couldn't be more glad that they had arrived at their safe haven, especially after all the shit that had happened. As soon as the young woman entered the building, dragging the blinded Morgan along with her, they instantly found themselves swarmed by a colony of other Wicked bombarding the two with concerned questions. Luckily, Morgan was quick to assure them of his good health – Whatever that meant.

“Hey Mercy could you take me to my room?”

“Of co-”

“I can take him if you want Mercy, I kinda need to head up that way since as you can see I am not prepared to deal with these guys.”

Mei wasted no time and snatched the leader from Mercy's grip without leaving much room for her to object in the first place.

“Bu-” Mercy simply let things pass by as they came. She managed a smile as it warmed her heart to see little Mei so genuinely concerned about Morgan's well-being. For all the hard time she gave the poor sod, she did have a soft spot for him underneath that cold attitude.

Giving the other members a dismissing wave that they were free to go, Mercy turned her attention to the new recruit who seemed pre-occupied with staring at the wreckage of a hideout.

“Exciting? This shit-hole?” She commented under a stifled laugh. “Well, it's a bit of a mess, but it's as good a home as any for us misfits...” And that it was. It managed to keep prying eyes away from them, and it served its purpose as a place for mutants to gather well enough.

Motioning for Shadow to follow her lead, Mercy planned to meet up with Joseph for the official introductions and initiation into the Wicked gang. The finding part being the least of her problems, since the loud-mouthed fellow was usually easy to locate.

Speaking of which...

“Wow Mercy, I see you wore your best gear to impress the new guys, hmm.”

“You know you're the only one in my life, darling~” She retorted with a tease of her own, throwing a wink at Joseph's direction. Of course this whole charade was an inside joke between the two Wicks.

As the awkward pause was broken by Joe's continued japing, Mercy remained somewhat quiet as her friend did a good enough job to introduce themselves to the rookies with his hyperactive tendencies and tangents of coming up with nicknames for the new batch.

“Get used to this, kiddos. He never, ever stop flapping his gums.” Mercy butted in, holding a hand in front of Joseph's mouth as she continued the conversation.

“Ahem... Like mister talks-a-lot said, you can call me Mercy. Let me be the first to officially welcome you into our home.” She stepped forward, making sure to look the small group in the eye before proceeding. “Initiation will have to wait until the boss gets back, but feel free to make yourselves comfortable while Joseph and I attend to our usual duties.” She turned to the man in question. “I'm going to check up on Morgan.” That, and she was curious what kind of mission he had given their second-in-command and if he was going to return any time soon. Leaving the group behind, Mercy made her way to Morgan's room, gently knocking on the door.

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Mei


Running down the stairs like an excited child, Mei held onto the rail to swing herself onto the next flight of stairs. Thankfully there were only two flights of stairs for her to go down, although the building itself was pretty big. Walking through the halls the small girl came across only a few Wickeds, which was surprising since it was still a couple hours before the sun would go down. Passing by a clock, Mei back pedaled to get a better look at the time keeper. “3:48! It’s still early.” scratching the back of her head, Mei continued to wonder the halls in search of the new recruits.

Eventually she found them but it was really only thanks to Josephs blabbering mouth that she realized that the group she heard talking were the people she had been looking for. She rounded the corner just in time to catch the last words of “So what know guys?” Standing behind them she coughed into her hand folding her arms across her chest in hopes they’d notice her. Scowling a little bit Mei tapped Joseph on the shoulder before calling out to the small group. “Well I finally found you guys. So are you going to have them stay standing in the hallway Joseph, or are you going to take them to their rooms?” poking him in the ribs.

Turning to the other two, it made her a bit gloomy knowing only two people had joined in on the recruitment. Looking away for a moment she stuck out her hand a smile on her face, “I don’t think I’ve introduced myself. I’m Mei, Mei Kulakov, and if you haven’t noticed it yet I’m Russian. Any how I guess I’ll be taking one of you guys to your room and Joseph can take the other.” Looking back and forth between the two of them, she chose to go with the kid with the white hair. Turning her attention back to Joseph Mei frowned a bit, “Well I guess I’ll be going then. I have stuff to do.”

Mei led the kid to his room, not bothering to say a word to him. Leaving him shortly afterwards, Mei went back to her room.

A Few Days Later
Morgan&Mei


By now most of the new recruits should have gotten used to the idea of living amongst others like them. Mei had gotten tired of answering questions and having to find people. Morgan on the other hand was looking forwards to the events of the day a certain person was coming by to help with Morgans problem. For the past couple of days he had been forced to wear an eye patch so that he could look through the one lenses that worked in his old glasses. Rubbing his face Morgan leaned back in his chair before taking a bite out of an apple. Ever since Cain had gone off on that mission of his, the whole building had been forced to make their own food. The realization of having relied on his close friend for so long made him chuckle. Tossing the apple core into a nearby trash can, Morgan shuffled the papers in front of him into a neat pile. “Looks like we have some stuff to do.” recently he had gotten word of an Other who had taken hold of a nearby area, rendering just about everything in a sickened state.

With that in mind, Morgan thought about Mercy who was similar to this Other however hers was a bit more controlled it seemed. Rubbing his hands together a grin spread itself across his face at the surprise he had for his friend. Morgan grabbed the papers and quickly left to find the other Veterans from recruitment day. Hmm maybe I should bring in some of the new recruits, might as well get them ready for the times ahead. Yeah that Shadow kid would be useful. The first room he stopped off at was Mei’s room, knocking on the door he poked his head in her room only to close it quickly before he got a shoe in the face. Chuckling he explained to her the mission that they would be going out on later that day. The next person was Joseph and seeing as that Shadow kid was nearby he knocked on his door as well but only to inform him to go the kitchen area with Joseph.

The last person he went to was Mercy. Knocking on her door, he waited for a moment before opening the door cautiously this time in case he got shoe thrown at him again. “Hey Mercy we got a job that needs to be done. So when you’re up and ready come to the kitchen area and I’ll explain then.” closing the door he went to his office of sorts making sure he had everything ready for later that day. Once that was done, Morgan rushed back to the kitchen area glad to see everyone was there already. Taking a seat in front of the group Morgan smiled. “Well I’m sure you guys know what this little gathering will be about. We have a job that needs to be done. An Other has taken hold a certain area nearby, rendering just about everything in a sickened state. From what I understand the closer you get to the source the worse off you get and there have even been some fatalities but mostly from small animals and birds. “ Morgan looked over them but focused his attention on Shadow who was the only new recruit of the group. “Any ways this is how it will work. Mei you’ll have to hang back from the warehouse as far as you can but close enough for you to get a shot at them if need be. Joseph I want you to keep her company, make sure she doesn’t get distracted. As for you two’ he motioned to Mercy and Shadow, ‘Mercy seeing as you’re really the only one who would be immune to this stuff you’ll have to lead the way into the warehouse. And that is where Shadow will come in, you will need to keep Mercy safe since you’re next in line in resistance. I won’t be going as there is a certain person who will be coming by today that requires my whole attention. So Mercy I’ll be leaving you in charge of the mission. And I think that’s all, you guys should be back by tonight. Oh and Mercy I have something to show you but that will have to be done later.”

Leaving them to think about what has just been told to them. Morgan walked out into the nearby hallway and to the main entrance to welcome an old friend.