The Super Hero RP Deluxe! (Closed, Started)

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Rias

Rias thought about it for a bit before texting back. [Sure, why not, any place you have in mind case some trigger happy more on shows up?] She set the phone down as she waited for the reply, wondering if she should meet up with Tom, but at the same time, she really felt like she needed a friend right now.

Karen

As Karen headed toward the first place she was told Rias would likely be she found a riot in progress, being lead, or more likely caused by 'privet meh'.

She sighed a rather annoyed sigh, and turned toward that mess in progress to try and put a stop to it.

"HEY! 'Count SoSo'" Yelled as she dove down so she was hovering in front of him and up a bit. "Can we not do this today? I have some one to find, and I'd rather not have to waste time dealing with you and let some overly zealous moron capture, or worse, kill her."

Tim Merridy

"HEY! 'Count SoSo'. Can we not do this today? I have some one to find, and I'd rather not have to waste time dealing with you and let some overly zealous moron capture, or worse, kill her."

"Hah, that is none of my concern," Tim said. With a rather amused tone, he continued; "But go ahead, do whatever you need to do. However, I'M NOT STEPPING DOWN! So, you know, whatever." He laughed loudly, a mocking, distinct laughter as he put one of his spears through a nearby car. No one was sitting in it, and it was simply a little bit of fun chaos. Part of him kept why he did this in the back of his mind, reminding himself of it whenever he felt like going somewhere else and causing more havoc and chaos.

I can't leave just yet. I need the police to get here.

He had to surrender, so he couldn't make too much of a mess either. But oh how tempting it was, oh how fun it would be. He took another look at the unicorn lady, a fight with her would be quite interesting. And, easier to explain. "So, you just going to stand there and watch? Surely, if I am so unimportant, you have better things to do? Surely then, you wouldn't mind if I... helped myself to some hostages, right?!" He wouldn't do it, but his body moved as if he would, changing his goo-suit into one that was bigger, more powerful, with longer arms and claws, and reaching towards people running away, screaming.

They're so small! I could kidnap several of them, it'd be something they would never forget... but no, today I'm a little better than that. For Tom.

Now, all he could do was to see if the other would react, or simply find another way to catch the eyes of the police.

"It's kind of... peculiar, I suppose, but I'm unsure of what to do. I've never been a hero, and I've never aimed to be one. I've helped people on occasions, simply because I can and it would be cruel not to, but..." Sirius trailed off for a brief moment. He wasn't sure if saying that the woman organizing the heroes was ruining it for him was a good idea, but she really had. "I don't think taking a step further and actually writing a contract in order to keep doing what little I have done would be a good idea.

"However I don't know if it would be right for me to simply stand there and do nothing. I have abilities that can save lives, but now there is a rule making me unable to use them. Besides, there's something about this whole thing that doesn't seem... right.

"You're a wise man, right? Do you, perhaps, know what I should do? Or, I suppose, we could just discuss my art-work instead, though I won't bother you further if you're busy either, I just... wanted to get some guidance."

"Well," Daniel hesitated. This was a lot to take in. Perhaps it was a bit early for a drink, but he might just need one for this kind of talk. Sirius seemed like he may need one as well for that matter. He was a taken aback that he was being sought for this kind of advice so soon, and admittedly was a little unprepared for it. Nonetheless, he had a foot in a door that was already opening itself up to him. "I have the time if you do, Mr. Hamilton. But this is hardly the place for it. Please, won't you join me in my suite? We can discuss these matters without any disturbances. Over a drink, if you'd like."

"I... yeah, of course," he said. Daniel had to be a very generous man to help him out like this, though Sirius had already suspected that much from the offer he had been given prior to this. "I'm not driving or anything, so I am up for alcohol."

He smiled, briefly, then heard his phone notify him of a message. "Oh, I'm sorry. Just a brief moment," he muttered. "It might be my dad. I tried calling him earlier, but he didn't answer the phone. And he's so worried, I couldn't even bring up the thing about the heroes having to get registered..." Surprisingly, however, it was not him.

[I need a place to crash for a bit]

Tess sent, and Sirius looked at the words.

I suppose I might as well let her crash at my place.

On one hand, she might try to go through his stuff, if she really was a bad person. However, she was a fugitive. Besides, he didn't tend to keep cash around his flat, and the most expensive stuff inside was painting and drawing tools. He started typing the details, but looked back at Daniel.

"Just a friend asking about something. I really do apologize if it is rude for me to be typing as I talk, but I'm not sure I want to know what'd happen if I don't help her."

Something bad, I am sure.

"It's related to all of "this" too. I don't think the organization is an awfully good thing, though that too might be a very rude thing to say."

"Oh?" Daniel interjected curiously. "Well if you have a friend that's in need, I suppose it would be very unbecoming of me to ask you to put her aside. Though if it's nothing terribly urgent, then let us be on our way." He gestured toward the elevators for emphasis.

Once in the lift, Daniel swiped his hotel key and up they went. "You know, I was once in a position to be a hero of sorts," he said, breaking the brief quiet. "A real humanitarian job. Well, not really just a job, it was a full-blown career. I thought I would be doing it for...well, forever. But that all came down around me. Because of something I did. One little slip. I went against the 'Big Picture'," Daniel made a wide gesture with his hands. "I thought I was doing the right thing. But looking back now..." He briefly looked towards the ceiling with a glassy-eyed gaze before looking to Sirius.

"I guess I'm not sure, really. But what I'm getting at here is the there's no right thing for you to do. But keep in mind, if you want to focus on your art, it's best you do so within the bounds of law, as tedious as it may be. Unless you're going for some kind of 'revolutionary' angle, but do you know where that gets you? A one-weekend gallery in some pretentious underground show floor and a Facebook page."

Ding! chimed the elevator, denoting they've reached their destination. The doors opened to reveal a spacious open lounge area with a view of the city through floor-to-ceiling windows. The windows continued on towards the right where a concert grand piano was taking up a spot on a raised portion of the floor. To the left was a darkly polished wood bar with full shelves of liquor behind it.

"Welcome, Mr. Hamilton, to the height of luxury. Please, have a seat," Daniel insisted, sweeping his arm toward the lounge chairs before making great strides toward the bar. "I'll fix us something to drink. What would you like? Something bitter, something sweet, a little of both?"

Sirius kept typing up his message as Daniel spoke. He was curious about what the other meant when he spoke of being in a position to be a hero, but it would probably be rather rude to ask. Besides, the other was still talking, now about keeping himself lawful in order to promote his art. He understood that, it would be difficult to be in any position of fame if you were known as a criminal.

I'd hope I wouldn't end up like that, even if I help just once.

He finished up the message, telling Tess that there was some food in his fridge, and that she could help herself to the contents, though that if she wanted a drink, she'd have to get her own alcohol. He did have about a dozen bottles of ale and beer, as well as some bottles of the stronger stuff, but it was all from home, and he wanted to keep it for special occasions.

And... send. Having sent the message, he looked up, now at the amazing suite Daniel had. It had a wonderful view, a grand piano, as well as shelves of liquor. It looked like the kind of place you would only see in a movie, although, actually, Sirius had stayed in a suite like that before, and this was even more magnificent. He took a seat in one of the lounge chairs, and thought of what to drink.

Should I just ask for a beer? I have a feeling that would be a little too informal.

"A little of both," he just replied, a polite smile. "I'll trust you to pick something good." He waited for Daniel to return, looking at the piano.

"You won't be disappointed," Daniel said, exuberantly sliding behind the bar. He withdrew a couple of chilled coupe glasses from a cooler and a cocktail shaker from a cupboard with experienced swiftness.

"Do you play? The piano, I mean. There was a time when I was small that my father tried to teach me, but everything I played just sounded... empty, he said. My dad, I mean. I was fine with that, I preferred drawing, but it was a bit odd to hear, that, somehow, what was going on in my head was affecting the way I played. I still worry that it might the same with my paintings, that I simply don't see it," he said, no emotion in his voice as he spoke. It wasn't supposed to be sappy, and he didn't recognize it as such, simply continued.

"This is a marvelous place, though. Part of me keeps thinking about how I'd sketch it, try to get some of the view while getting as much of the interior as possible."

"Well, I'll have this place for a while so if you feel so inclined, feel free to stop by and it'll be at your disposal," Daniel smiled sincerely as he started mixing the drinks. There was a pause as he joggled the cocktail shakers. He considered Sirius's worries for a moment. "Do you know of William Carlos Williams? He was a poet. A damned good one, if you ask me. He favored precision in his imagery. All he had to do was observe and write. No frills, no extravagance, just a picture."

Daniel had a grapefruit in one hand and a zester in the other, putting the final touch on the cocktails with small twists of the rind. He momentarily admired his work. Fortunately not for too long. He collected the glasses and made his way over to the lounge area. He handed Sirius a glass before claiming a seat of his own on the sofa opposite his guest. "This little cocktail, a Cinquecento it's called, has been referred to as 'a grand European tour in a glass.' Now that is extravagance. But it certainly tastes good. Going back onto the subject of your...troubles. If you can do with your drawings what Williams does with his words, people will find feeling to put into it. Sometimes art leaves a space for others to fill in. And that's perfectly fine. A little emotional 'emptiness' may only serve to allow more to appreciate it.

Yet again, Sirius found himself listening to the other. He wasn't quite sure when to talk again, only took a sip of the drink. Cinquecento, Daniel had called it. Sirius had heard that name before, it was Italian, he thought. Some sort of word for the renaissance, he believed, though he wasn't sure. It tasted good, anyhow, he was glad he hadn't been born without physical sensations and feelings, at least.

He wasn't sure of what to say about his art, he didn't "simply" want to draw what he could see, like some sort of photography. He wanted to make it livid, in a sort of almost magical way. However, Sirius did agree that painting what he saw, fully and completely, might be a good way of doing it as well. Not like a photo, but the way he saw it, some sort of subjective truth.

All in all, he would have to grow, and simply nodded as Daniel spoke of it.

"To go back a little further," Daniel shifted in his seat and turned to look at the piano behind him. "I haven't found much time to play, come to think of it. I've been far too busy. I did recently close a rather consuming bit of business, so I'm sure I'll have time for it." He looked wistfully at the gleaming black surface as he took a sip from his glass. Then he looked back to Sirius. "So, tell me about this organization you seem to be having trouble with. You don't want to be prevented from helping people but you don't do it often enough for you to feel comfortable registering in this...census?"

"Sort of," he started. "Well, no, it's not sort of, but it's a little... complicated. I'm not really a hero. Back home, I would interfere when I was there, when I could, but I was just a person with super powers, who helped when I had the opportunity. My powers are different from other people, because it's very difficult to use them. I can only use one at a time, and it changes with the feeling I'm feeling, or rather, the feeling of whoever I'm connected to." He looked at his feet.

"So I can't really be called upon, and I can't be relied upon. However, the alternative, what they're asking me to do, is to stand aside, not help anyone, lest I might be illegally using my powers. From a logical and moral point of view, they hold about about the same position in my mind. But I wanted someone more emotional, or even just more experienced with dealing with this kind of thing, the business part, not the hero part, to... well." He sighed.

"I suppose I might be asking you to make a decision for me."

"I see," Daniel considered. Here he was, being handed the reigns on this man's life. Given the option to steer him in the direction he needed. The temptation was almost palpable. But it wasn't his way. Sirius would need to get there on his own. Though a friendly nudge wouldn't be remiss. "Well, I can't tell you that you outright that you should commit to one or the other. But I will recommend that you give it some time. Consider that you don't need to help people. It's not the duty of a postman to prevent a bank robbery. Why should it be your duty when there's a serviceable police force? And if the news is anything to go by, they'll have interesting additions with Ms. Fukao's proposed program."

"I know," Sirius said. "Part of me, a rather large part, would say that it doesn't matter. I don't know them, and I may never have anything to do with a single of those individuals. And I'm bad at caring, but... my father always told me to help people. To be polite, and to be a good person, even if it wouldn't always be easy for me to know how to do that... but you're right. I shouldn't force myself to choose just yet, if it becomes a problem, I'll have to do that."

I suppose I've done what I came to do.

It would be rude to simply leave, though, and now he had the chance to ask about his art, and how they were going to proceed.

"If you don't mind me asking another question or several... how did you find my art? Did you look through my folder? Do you think I can do something with it? Or should I simply practice? I am going to attend the university this summer, so I'll have the chance to develop with guidance then, but it would be nice to know what you think."

"Firstly, I'll tell you what I've told many, and that's to never stop practicing. Even some of the greatest artists knew there was always room for improvement," Daniel took a draw from his glass, assuring himself of that fact with a good tasting of his cocktail. "As for your works..." He paused instinctively. For most, their expressions and body language were very telling with these sort of hesitations. Of course Sirius wasn't like most and he wondered why he expected a noticeable reading. Old habits, he supposed. "If you'll permit, there's a few I'd like to show around. There's an art gala coming up. Well, gala might be too fanciful a word for it, but it's an opportunity to put yourself out there. More accurately, for me to put you out there."

"Sounds great," Sirius said. "And if I were to stop practising, I would have to stop being an artist," he continued, finishing his drink. With a rare, genuine smile, he looked at the other. He wasn't feeling the happiness, but he still liked what he heard, and he was thankful. Perhaps, at some point, he could borrow someone's happiness so that he could linger on it.

"Thank you. Really. I'm happy you think there's potential in me, and that you'd take time out of your day to talk to me. I don't..." He heard his own voice and stopped, he hated the way he sounded when he was supposed to be pleased. It was friendlier, but it lacked so much. "Well, my tone doesn't really sound that happy, but I am very thankful."

Part of him wondered if he should ask if the other could link to him just so that he'd be able to be actually happy about it, but that'd be rude, right?

"Which of the paintings were you thinking of displaying?"

"Not to worry, Mr. Hamilton, the sincerity of your sentiment is not lost on me," Daniel said assuredly, placing an open hand over his heart. "And on the subject of your paintings, I'm glad you asked. I've taken the liberty of making a 'mock-up' show floor, just to see how everything would sit. If you'd please," Daniel stood tall with drink in hand, "follow me."

Tom

[Sure, why not, any place you have in mind case some trigger happy more on shows up?]

[The park maybe? If you'd prefer someplace more quiet then I guess one of our apartments could work]

As he pressed send Tom wondered if perhaps he should tell Rias about his heroic identity, knowing that there was someone else with powers who wanted to help her might cheer her up or something. Then again she didn't seem to care for heroes all that much... I probably shouldn't, it's called a secret identity for a reason, right?

He sighed, why did things have to be so difficult now? This wasn't what he wanted heroics to be like, but a hero didn't give up and neither would he. He wondered if perhaps he could aim for a larger publication for this story than his college's paper, it was important after all.

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Tess

Tess received Sirius' reply and began making her way towards his address. He took a little long to respond, what if it's a trap? She shook the thought off, If it was then she'd deal with it, she didn't think anyone knew she knew Sirius, or that he knew about her identity. I'm stretching myself thin, getting paranoid.

But that was good wasn't it? In her situation paranoia might be the only thing to keep her safe, still though she was feeling stretched her mind inhabiting so many different objects leaving her feeling twitchy and frazzled. She needed sleep, and for that she'd need someplace where she could relax her control a bit.

She found the place without much issue, let herself in and began to look around sweeping the place for... what she couldn't say. Threats of some sort. Instead she found art, paintings and such. Interesting, he's not bad. On the whole the place was far nicer than she'd expected and so far nothing seemed to be a trap. Some rest, I should get some rest. She found a couch and collapsed on it, letting the pieces of her mind drift back to her as she sank into a restless sleep.

Karen

"Of course you aren't, that would imply you had something better, and not dickish to do." Karen replied diving down,
forming a sword and slashing at hims palm. The look on her face very clearly 'I don't have time for time for this'.
"Look, I know your a' big scary villain' and that, but seriously, knock it off. Go home, get a beer, get laid go do something else. I have more important shit to do." she said, pointing the energy blade at him "Besides, shouldn't you be more concerned with this new Hero Organization. not even 2 days old yet and they're already in damage control mode, not to mention the smear campaign against that girl, if you had any brains at all you'd be laying low and seeing if moving on or staying would be in your best interests or not." she added, sounding less like she was truly interested in fighting or even bringing him in, and more like she was trying to keep him out of harms way for the time being. An odd sentiment, and spoke volumes about how much she trusted this new 'Hero Organization'

Rias

[The park maybe? If you'd prefer someplace more quiet then I guess one of our apartments could work]

[A park would probably be best, if for no other reason then in case something happens, don't wanna have all our cool stuff destroyed now do we?] Rias replied, and they sent him a location. It was park that wasn't really frequented much this time of day, which was good, since she really didn't want to get any one else caught in the cross fire if something did happen. Besides that, it's a place she liked to go to think some times.

With the message and location sent, she took off to go wait for Tom, flying to the park due to it just being over all safer, especially with every one else in town that can fly.

The Crick

The Crick strode into the building rather confidently, trying to downplay the anxiousness in his body. He could hear the Spectre invisibly moving along side him. He was gonna keep things simple, arrange a simple meeting with Ms. Fukao. If not force his way in. And...well from there it all depended on how honest she wanted to be. If she denied Rias's accusations, he'd play along with her for as long as need be while The Spectre looked around. If she admitted to it all...well, after that, anything could happen. He spotted the receptionist.

"Hello, I'm here to report to Ms.Fukao."


Specter
=Frederick Rolls

"Uh, wow, okay well glad to hear we got his go ahead...and hey, I figured that with your recent 'existential crisis' I'd have to tell you that."

"I'll pretend to ignore that tone, but I'll really hold it against you and haunt you," the Specter replied, turning upside down, though he quickly made himself invisible when someone passed by. He decided to stay like that, else it would just be him, blinking in and out of sight, and that was, quite frankly, a little too ridiculous, even for him.

"Though I did hit Psyclone really hard. He's alive by the way...kinda messed up but alive...anyway, as for Ms.Fukao, I'm not sure I can just go in there and arrest her. I mean, given the evidence I probably could take her into custody but...I wanna understand first. Psyclone, the bombs, the publicity, Coil. I'm gonna arrest her but I need to understand first, from her mouth. Even if it is nuts."

"He's alive?" He tried to hide his annoyance at the fact, and sighed instead.

Why do I feel like slapping Crick? Oh right, I possessed a guy for him to spare him.

It was kind of unfair, just because he was less opposed to ending someone's life, he couldn't force Crick to do anything. Besides, for all his big talk, Specter had not yet killed anyone.

"I see. And there would be plenty of time to understand once she's arrested, Crick. That's the thing with arresting people, they get to defend themselves. And, if there is a real purpose behind her actions, then surely she will be sharing everything. If she truly believes it will save the world, that is."

"I'm gonna go have a meeting with her, at her conference all heroes were ordered to address themselves to her anyway. I'm gonna listen to her and then I'm gonna arrest her and get her booked. That's what Loveless wanted and I'm not sure if this is worth anything to you, but that's what Frederick Rolls would have wanted too."

"It's not, actually," the Specter replied, looking towards where they were headed. "Not anymore. I realized something, and... let's just say that I may have retired Frederick a little too early. It's not fair of me to say he's not alive just because I feel a little different. It's sort of insulting to the people who care about me too. I am Frederick Rolls, but I'm also the Specter. I am someone who has died, yet this is my body. But... once I've been a prosecutor for one last time, against Mina Fukao, I will retire as both a prosecutor and a judge. And a hero. I don't think I understand the purpose of justice anymore, and I'm tired. It's brought me nothing but trouble and pain, and I have people I care about, that I need to protect."

With that he became quiet as they had entered Mina's building. He would leave it to the Crick to deal with the talking, instead keeping his eyes open for anything that could be an issue.

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Tim Merridy

"Of course you aren't, that would imply you had something better, and not dickish to do." Karen replied diving down,
forming a sword and slashing at hims palm. The look on her face very clearly 'I don't have time for time for this'.
"Look, I know your a' big scary villain' and that, but seriously, knock it off. Go home, get a beer, get laid go do something else. I have more important shit to do."

"Then leave," Lord Magnificent said maliciously, grinning underneath the armor. He put his claws against her blade. "I've told you, feel free to leave, I have a purpose behind this, and I don't care if you want me to go home."

"Besides, shouldn't you be more concerned with this new Hero Organization. not even 2 days old yet and they're already in damage control mode, not to mention the smear campaign against that girl, if you had any brains at all you'd be laying low and seeing if moving on or staying would be in your best interests or not."

Tim stopped for a bit, stunned. Had she really not noticed? He made his claws longer using mass from the armor around his arms, wrapping them around a nearby car, scaring the poor fellow who had decided to take their car with them as they escaped. However, he quickly looked back at the knight.

She really has no clue, heh.

Then, he laughed, loudly, mocking the hero. "Don't... don't tell me you're serious right now! Oh god, that's precious, that's really... OF COURSE I AM CONCERNED WITH THE HERO ORGANIZATION!" He shouted from the top of his lungs, as if she was too dense to get it even when he told her outright. "What, you thought I was just standing still, fucking with people because it's fun?! Well, sure it is, but I am Lord Magnificent, were there not a purpose behind this, then I would have gone around spreading the chaos!" This was just too much, and he stepped further into the role. "Oh, my dear horned heroine, I am not dense, nor a moron. Laying low? What's the point of that, when I can try to go for the very core?! But, sigh, what's the point of explaining it to you... when I can just show you instead! I hope you can "grasp" it!"

Letting the poor fool in the car be -ending his torment of the man-, he instead stepped backwards a bit, before lunging at the hero in front of him, claws grasping at her, sharpened to the extent he could sharpen them. Laughing as he did, he wondered if she had really understood his purpose. Nonetheless, this was getting fun, and, though Tom would disapprove, he wasn't there right now.

Tom

Tom hurried to the park, trying to think up good interview questions along the way. The more he thought about it the worse he felt, things were in such chaos now that just about any question was bound to be unpleasant. What are your thoughts about hero registration? Why do you think that your powers don't bring any additional responsibility? No, no that second one sounds too accusatory... I need the questions to be fair, not accusing not too easy, this has to be a perspective people want to read.

He arrived and found her waiting for him, he smiled and walked over.

"Hey," he said, his smile only a little forced "been a rough time lately huh?"

He took a deep breath and produced a notepad and pen "So, uh," he hesitated for a moment then began "Is there anything you want to say before I get into the questions? You've, uh, come under a bit of fire lately with regards to the hero registration initiative."

He glanced down at the few other questions he had managed to commit to paper. 'Do you think having special powers comes with special responsibilities, and if not should it?' (followed by a note that perhaps that sounded too spider-man-ish), and 'What would you want to say to Ms. Fukao given the opportunity?'

Rias

"A part from the fact I found it silly that they 'aren't going to allow me to join them'? I found that odd since I'm on record as saying I not gonna do the Super Hero or Super Villain thing. Not quiet sure why they'd added that before bullshitting up a murder charge, but given they're buying the bullshit Mina is selling, calling them stupid seems redundant." She said with a tired shrug with the six crystals that where in actually the six knights she made earlier, just compressed down for now, hovering around her. Rias over all looked a little tired, but no where near as ragged out as the edited news cast made her out to be, and that wasn't even that long ago.

Karen

Karen rolled around Lord Magnificence's charge, connecting with her energy sword, starting about the knee and going up his side and clearing him around the shoulder, and surprisingly, didn't do all that much damage, especially compared to the first time she encountered him.

Seeing this highly unfavorable disadvantage she quickly backed off, landing on top a near by car, and just looked at him a moment, mostly processing everything he'd said. "Well, aren't you a weird one" she said putting the tip of her energy blade to the palm of her free hand and then 'pushing it into her hand' as a fancier means of dispelling the blade then the usual method of 'pffing it away'. Her tone denoting 'she got it',while at the same time finding it really odd a villain would do something like this, so the look she was giving him was some what quizzical. Like she wanted to ask why he would even bother, but at the same time not wanted to 'blow his cover' if he was really being serious about it.

Mina

"Ms. Fukao; The Crick is here. He'd like to speak with you." her secretary said, drawing Mina from her busy schedule. Putting down her half-finished cup of coffee, Mina smiles and replied. "Please. Send him up." He was no doubt here to speak with her regarding her new organization. With everything that was going on, she didn't quite believe The Crick would elect to join the organization... yet. He'd see the importance of it soon enough. He'd see why it's needed.

Still, Mina - ever paranoid - prepared in case The Crick got any questionable ideas in his head. The hard part - putting on her technological anti-hero suit - was already done and she had plenty of weapons. Picking up the phone, she called the head of her security. "Mr. Thomas. Please have everyone on high alert; The Crick is here and he's no idiot. I want every camera watched and every gun loaded. If anything is out of place, deal with it or call me on Line 7."

Tim Merridy

He instinctively protected himself as the magical sword went through him, but it didn't do much, only sting a little. For a brief moment, Tim was surprised, but then he remembered what kind of sword it was.

It must be my intentions. I'm apparently a good guy right now, according to her odd ideals. Regardless of if she knows it herself.

He didn't intend on staying a good guy for long, but right now he was helping Tom out, so he could take such an insult to his person without getting upset. Very upset, at least.

"Well, aren't you a weird one"

"Hm? Sorry, were you trying to do something?" he asked, amused. She had to have figured it out now, her expression seemed to indicate as much, but teasing her was still fun. Especially as he heard the sirens approaching.

Finally. I swear, I've not even moved. If this is what they want to defend the city with, they'll have to try harder.

Glancing over at Unicorn, he decided to offer her a courtesy for playing along with him. "So, do you want to stay here and get in trouble for being a hero, or will you leave?!" he asked, chuckling, preparing for the police by making his body larger, padding his armor. Just in case they tried to shoot him with something.

Who knows what they've been told to do about us.

"I'm fine with you leaving now, after all, trying to stop me makes you a fellow criminal, under these messed up as fuck rules. And I don't mind other villains that much. So, what do you say? Want to join me on this adventure? Or did you have a girl you needed to save?"

The Crick

The Crick walked into the elevator and waited. The secretary stood there, facing the door. He hoped the Specter was keeping an eye out, because he couldn't really make out anything immediate distressing with his hearing. Some heavy boots moving, some miscallaneous clicks, but given what this place was and who owned it , it was probably just Miss Fukao's version of "average security detail". At least, he hoped so. The elevator finally reached their destination. The secretary stepped out first, standing off to the side. The Crick calmly strode out, and bowed his head slightly.

"Good afternoon, Miss Fukao. Hope I'm not intruding, I've come to discuss the possibility of working for your organization and well...get to know the woman behind it all, a bit better."

"Good afternoon, Miss Fukao. Hope I'm not intruding, I've come to discuss the possibility of working for your organization and well...get to know the woman behind it all, a bit better."

Mina returned The Crick's bow and welcomed him inside. "Please have a seat. Do not worry about the intrusion; I've been expecting heroes to arrive with questions. It has of course been a trying time for all of us. And of course I'll be happy to welcome you to the organization; perhaps a tour of the facility while we talk?" Mina offered. the Hero Organization building had many an interesting place for future heroes.

"Please have a seat. Do not worry about the intrusion; I've been expecting heroes to arrive with questions. It has of course been a trying time for all of us. And of course I'll be happy to welcome you to the organization; perhaps a tour of the facility while we talk?"

"Thank you, that'd be nice. I am very curious about your facility and resources. But really I sorta want to...well, understand why? I mean, I'm no business professional, but I'm not sure how much money you can make this endeavor. Good for publicity sure, but unless you start putting people's faces on lunchboxes, I'm not sure why someone as wealthy as you would do this. Pardon me if this comes off as rude or patronizing, it's not my intent at all, I'm just genuinely interested."

The Crick was genuinely interested in her reasoning. He had heard what Specter was told by Loveless's spirit about Ms.Fukao's supposed mental state and intent, but he had to hear it from her. Get an actual feel for her. And figure out who or what they were really dealing with. He'd be nice for now, gracious even, but this women was who he thought she-the benefactor of all the pain this city had been through in the past few months-she'd pay.

Tom

"A part from the fact I found it silly that they 'aren't going to allow me to join them'? I found that odd since I'm on record as saying I not gonna do the Super Hero or Super Villain thing. Not quite sure why they'd added that before bullshitting up a murder charge, but given they're buying the bullshit Mina is selling, calling them stupid seems redundant."

"Ah yes the murder charge," Tom said, he was somewhat hesitant to bring up the topic himself but since she had he supposed he should give voice to the question.

"Do you have anything you'd like to say about that, about what happened?" he said "I know you've already made statements but I just want to be sure I have your account in writing for my readers."

He'd wanted to say 'the correct account' and indeed he refused to believe that she was a murderer, but he knew as a journalist he had to remain impartial. At least they were supposed to be, he knew that this was the exception rather than the rule.

"If you feel you've said enough on that already then I would instead like to ask you what you would like to say to Ms. Fukao given the opportunity?" he said.

"Thank you, that'd be nice. I am very curious about your facility and resources. But really I sorta want to...well, understand why? I mean, I'm no business professional, but I'm not sure how much money you can make this endeavor. Good for publicity sure, but unless you start putting people's faces on lunchboxes, I'm not sure why someone as wealthy as you would do this. Pardon me if this comes off as rude or patronizing, it's not my intent at all, I'm just genuinely interested."

"Don't worry; I understand the distrust." Mina said with a smile before shaking her head. "And no. No lunchboxes; at least not from me." she said as she closed the document in her hands. "This venture isn't expected to make much money at all. Most of the money will be made by government funding for basic services and by private insurance policies. Fortunately most of the expenditures will be going to other holdings of mine; such as the ones that make the new police equipment." she explained casually. It was also truthful; at least to an extent. With so much money moving through the hero organization and into her other holdings, she'd be making a tidy profit there. That said, money wasn't the point. Money she had in spades; converting it to power though... that was much harder.

"I'm sure you've done your research on my past, so you know I started my business after my hero days were long over. The initial funding for my business came from the one who first gave me my powers; from a wish given to me for my hard work. I wanted to use that money to do more good; to be a hero again. I've been working to build a new team - like the one I had when I was an active hero; one with the resources to do all the good we never could. An organized, effective crime fighting system supporting the police, accountable to the people, protected from the risks of injury and death that also protects the people from the catastrophic damage superhuman battles can deal. One that has the best minds working to give the heroes all the advantages they need and one that encourages those superhumans at the edge of villainy to make the difficult decision of becoming a hero rather than the easy one to resort to theft and murder." Mina said; all of it true.

All the while, she was taking him to the upper floors of the new hero organization. Well, them really. It wasn't hard to notice the Specter peaking at her books over her shoulder. She had more experience than most where the undead were concerned. When they reached the top of the tower, Mina closed the book. "You can continue reading it later if you like Specter." Mina said, unconcerned. She wasn't so stupid as to leave anything illegal around at the headquarters of the hero organization after all

Specter=Frederick

"Don't worry; I understand the distrust. And no. No lunchboxes; at least not from me." she said as she closed the document in her hands. "This venture isn't expected to make much money at all. Most of the money will be made by government funding for basic services and by private insurance policies. Fortunately most of the expenditures will be going to other holdings of mine; such as the ones that make the new police equipment."

Of course not, because you're crazy and want control and power. And you murdered Theodore.

He started trying to read the book she had, ignoring what she had to say further as he scanned it for useful information. None was to be found, at least not in the timespan he had before she addressed him directly.

"You can continue reading it later if you like Specter."

That startled him, and the Specter had to keep himself from changing up the plans and launching at her in that moment. He hadn't revealed himself, had he?

I know my control while in human "form" is wonky, but I know I didn't do that. I'm not that careless.

However, that begged a different question. Was she guessing? Or could she actually see him? Was this part of her being a former superhero? Or a bluff, perhaps, to force him to reveal himself?

Whichever it is, I'm not going to let her win. Even if she can see me.

Without a word, he simply flew behind the Crick, glaring at Mina from where he was. That way he could protect the youth easier if anything happened, like, for instance, Mina revealing her true colors and trying to murder the poor kid.

Rias

"Like I said when I crashed that field report; Theodore sent me that email, and I went looking for him, but didn't find him, or any trace of him." Rias said as she pulled out her phone to show Tom a few of the pictures she'd taken, then some of the data Theo sent her "Though given how long it took to down load the 10 gig message, then find the right program on line to even read it, I guess they'd have had more then enough time to do the clean up."

As she spoke this this confused look of 'why did I even go there in the first place' crossed her face. "Though to be honest, I donno what even possessed me to go to the factory, it was really out of character for me." she added, vocalizing her thoughts.

Karen

Karen was about to answer back, but didn't as a couple officers called out to them, from behind they're cars, positioned in that typical way they do when they use their cars as cover. The Message was clear both of them where to stand down, surrender, and come quietly 'or else', with the threat being implied by the tone of the officer with the megaphone.

Karen just sighed a slightly annoyed sigh "Save the world more then a dozen times from eldritch nightmare fuel that makes Lovecraft look like Dr Seuss before I was old enough to drive and this is how I'm re-payed, no respect.at.all." She mused, the shrugged, then turned to Lord Magnificent. "I think" she started, intentionally pausing "I will be 'resisting arrest' by leaving, I still have to find the girl that supposedly has the evidence need to burn this whole 'Hero Registration' thing to the ground." she said before lifting off, and flying away in the direction she was heading before she'd stopped to 'stop a villain'.

The Crick

The Crick listened to her explain her reasoning. It made sense, in the long run. Hell, it was essentially what the Crick had wanted to start...minus the funding. It sounded like a good thing. But the things she'd done, hiring Psyclone, killing Loveless...but he didn't want to act until he knew Karen had her located and safe. If there was anyone The Crick REALLY trusted to that, it was the magical winged butt kicking friend of her family and now colleague.

Magic...that's right. The Crick HAD done his research. At least what was public. Ran with a crew internationally travelling the globe against enemy spirits, busy, busy-

"You can continue reading it later if you like Specter."

The Crick stopped for a moment, taken aback.

Fucking magic... The Crick thought. He quickly shook it off and looked around, feigning confusion as The Spector silently drifted behind him.

"Uhm, pardon? What was that about The Spector? I haven't really heard from him since...well, you know. The incident against The Butcher..." He said quickly, trying to move on.

The Crick wasn't sure how to keep this going. Assuming Miss Fukao was as dastardly and smart as The Crick thought she was, she had either already gotten Rias off the streets or was leaving her alone to ignore suspicion. Regardless, the information was out there and he had no doubt Miss Fukao was planning to do something about it. He also had no doubt Miss Fukao had a very close eye on him and the building right now. The Crick was stuck in here with Miss Fukao, while whatever forces at her disposal were moving, he was stuck with here. They might as well be fighting right now.

wait a second

"Miss Fukao, after what's occurred over the past month I think we do need a new team and training for handling all threats...and one of those threats is 'magic' or 'demons' or other things of that nature. I'm particularly not prepared to handle it, maybe I'd be fine in research and prep but fighting it? I've never had to fight any 'rogue magicians' that's for sure! So I was wondering if I could make a slightly...unorthodox request? You can still use your powers, correct? I was wondering if perhaps you'd like to, you know go, a few round? I think I noticed something mentioning a gym facility while we were walking? A sparring area of some kinda? Sorry if this is a bit too forward but hey, I see nothing wrong with some friendly sparring." The Crick said, taking a chance on a thought that was forming. He then thought harder for a second before speaking again.

"Well, unless you're afraid. No offense but older heroes tend to, well frankly, 'lose their touch' after awhile. I get it if you aren't up to it, really I do."

Dr. Schwertner

"Doctor, we're finishing up calibrations. The device is ready when you are," said the youngest technician. The doctor looked up from his journal at the redheaded woman.

Vinzenz looked over to the device - a set of three concentric rings, all made to rotate on alternating axes and contained in a thick circular frame. Each of the rings were flat on all sides but the inner faces were comprised of raised segments holding either a lens or a port. The device itself was contained in a glass-walled, hermetically-sealed chamber. Five yards from one of the chamber walls was a wide control console with a row of desk chairs, all three of which were occupied.

The doctor snapped his journal shut, rose to his feet, and slipped the leatherbound book into his pocket. He gave the engineer a nod and she made for the computer terminal. Vinzenz followed. The technician in the middle rose from his chair once he noticed the pair approaching and made way for the doctor to be seated. Vinzenz accepted the open seat.

"Chamber is completely sealed, maintaining a positive pressure of ten atmospheres with no fluctuation," said the technician to the doctor's right. "Device lenses and ports are clear, swept the ionizer through twice. Should be minimal interference, if any."

"Good, voll gut," the Doctor said succinctly. "Miss Darby, dim see lights, please. Mister Harmon, give us a qvick manual test of see radiation shielding." With a couple of 'Yes, Doctor's the red-haired technician went over to the light panel and the technician to Vinzenz's left flipped a switch. With a turn of a knob, the glass walls in the middle of the room faded to black and just as steadily became clear once more.

"It should keep up with most changes but I'd like to keep it in adaptive mode so we can still make minor adjustments," affirmed Harmon.

"Very vell," Vinzenz said before looking over to Darby and giving her affirmative nod. The overheads dimmed leaving only a few floor lights surrounding the chamber to light the room. "Whenever you are ready, Miss Kelly, initiate first phase."

"Initiating phase one," Announced the technician to his right. A toggle was flipped and the center ring of the device began to rotate.

"Initiate phase two," said the Doctor. The order was repeated and soon the second ring was rotating. "Phase sree." And so followed the outer-most ring. They watched as the gyro-like device slowly rotated. "Increase speed to forty percent." A hum came from beneath the floor panels as the power began to flow toward the device with real intensity. The speed of the rings climbed and climbed until they matched the set level.

"The device is holding steady, the emitter pathways are ideal for optimal projection," said Harmon, the technician to Schwertner's left. He was watching a screen that displayed where the rings' ports were crossing over the lenses.

"All right. Activate see particle emitters," the Doctor ordered, and it was done. There was suddenly a dull glow to the air surrounding the device.

"No interference detected between the particle beams," Harmon reported. "Pattern is maintaining."

"Increase speed und emitter freqvency ten percent." Vinzenz's eyes never left the chamber, though the technicians at his side divided their attention between the device and their monitors. There were brief flashes of energy emanating from the center of the device. The flashes came at steady intervals. "Increase anosser ten percent."

The flashes grew in intensity and rapidity - the energy flickered like a bad light bulb. "We've reached optimal emitter frequency for genesis," Harmon proclaimed.

"Increase emitter intensity to..." there was a brief pause as Vinzenz scratched his neck in thought. "Sixty-five percent. Sen steadily increase by five percent until genesis."

"Beam intensity maintaining at sixty-five percent," Harmon reported. The young technician began to turn the control dial, reading off the numbers as they went. "Beam intensity at seventy percent. Seventy-five percent." The energy at the device's center flashed more and more quickly. Then the floor lights surrounding the chamber flickered off. "Eighty percent." The flashes started to hold for much longer, the brightness forcing the glass to darken with each burst of light.

Vinzenz rose from his seat, looking forward unblinkingly. He planted his palms on the console and leaned forward. His anticipation was almost palpable. The technicians behind him shifted their weight back and forth between their feet. The room was tense.

"Eighty-five percent," continued Harmon. "Ninety per-"

There was a great flash in the chamber, it would have blinded if not for the reactive glass. There was an audible gasp from one of the technicians. Inside the chamber, at the center of the device, was a sphere of plasmified hydrogen. Outside the chamber, the room was aglow?the light filtered green through the tinted glass. "Congratulations, Doctor," Harmon chimed. "You have a Sun."

Vinzenz's gaze wandered for a moment. Once he figured out the play on words, he only offered a smirk. "Yes, sank you. Now let us proceed. Initiate collapse seqvence."

"Initiating," Kelly announced. The small star's size rose and fell, expanding and contracting. Finally it collapsed. It shrunk to an infinitesimal speck before another flash of light burst outward, even more impressive than the last. The filtered light went from green to a bright white. The glass had darkened considerably to compensate. In the center of the device was a black hole. A ring of light surrounded the lightless body, the only source of light from within the chamber. Until a speck of light appeared from the center of the black hole.

"Looks like it's flaring up," Kelly remarked.

"Yeah. Wait, no, that's..." there was hesitation from Harmon as he looked back and forth, from the chamber to his monitors. The fleck of light expanded, forming another corona within the black hole. "That's not a flare. It's forming a second event horizon."

"Increase speed und emitter freqvency to maximum," Vinzenz ordered. The rings of the gyro were rotating as fast as they could. Another flash of the light and the glass nearly went pitch black before fading to reveal the event horizons had given way, unveiling a single infinitesimal speck of light.

"Bloody hell," the technician behind Vinzenz exclaimed. He ran his hand across his hairless head in disbelief. "I don't believe what I'm seeing. Is that what I think it is?"

"You better believe it, Nelson," affirmed Bradford, the other senior technician. "A singularity in its barest form. No event horizon."

"Gentlemen, sis is only see first step," Vinzenz asserted, eyes locked on the infinitely dense point. "Ve must see if it is stable. Terminate rotation phases in seqvence."

"Terminating phase one," indicated Kelly. The device's outer ring slowed to a halt, coming to rest in the position it started.

"Singularity is maintaining," Harmon reported.

"Terminating phase two." The second ring decelerated and stopped. "Terminating phase three." The center ring reduced speed to a standstill, falling in line with the others.

"Still maintaining stability," said Harmon, bringing up a stopwatch with a keystroke. "Timing started."

Vinzenz only nodded.

"Five seconds."

Vinzenz balled his fists and rested on his knuckles.

"Nine seconds. Minor fluctuations."

The doctor's knuckles flushed white.

"Thirteen seconds. Losing stability."

Vinzenz's nails bit into his palms. He held his breath.

"Eighteen seconds, stability decaying rapidly." Soon the singularity flashed a final time before completely disappearing. "Singularity sustained for...twenty-three point two eight seconds."

Vinzenz released a heavy sigh of relief. Three seconds beyond what was needed. There was now true potential in this configuration of his device. The others were shaking hands and patting each other on the back. No doubt they would appreciate even further celebration. The doctor had to admit, he was very elated himself. Perhaps just for today they could take time to enjoy their success.

Tim Merridy

"Save the world more then a dozen times from eldritch nightmare fuel that makes Lovecraft look like Dr Seuss before I was old enough to drive and this is how I'm re-payed, no respect.at.all."

Tim snickered at the comment, but he stayed still, hoping the police-men would understand that he had already given up.

"I think. I will be 'resisting arrest' by leaving, I still have to find the girl that supposedly has the evidence need to burn this whole 'Hero Registration' thing to the ground."

"Oh? She does?" he asked, sounding rather interested in the fact. Even so, he dismissed it as nothing, Tim didn't need Unicorn to know he had any interest in Rias. "Peculiar."

Perhaps I'm better of trying to wreck havoc than letting them take me, then. But playing the role of someone trying to redeem himself is so much more fun.

Tim shrugged. He laughed quietly as she left, unable to take the heat, and looked towards the police-officers.

"It's me and you now, right? Well, here's a surprise for you. I give up. You can have me. All I want is a chance to change, to join this... hero organization, right? Look," he put his hands up, the spikes on his armor disappearing. "I can be a good guy too. I've never hurt anyone, all I wanted was a little fun. Just give me a chance."

He sounded as sincere as anyone could, pretending to be innocent and misunderstood. "I'm sure that you could talk it over with that boss of yours. Well, new boss of yours. The business woman, she's bought you all out, right?" Tim couldn't help himself, mocking the sell-out police was just too tempting for him to resist it.

I never did claim to have good impulse control. I mean, I'm a villain, I'm not supposed to either.

The police-officers didn't respond, simply kept their guns on him as they prepared for the arrival of the ones intended for these kinds of jobs, he was sure. However, hopefully one of them would have the sense to contact that woman.

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Sirius Hamilton

Sirius had decided against walking home, instead taking a taxi back to his apartment. Daniel and him had spoken more about his art, and though Sirius wasn't exactly sure why, it sometimes felt like they had more in common than the other let on. He couldn't explain why or how, though. It had been enjoyable, though, he felt like he had walked a mile further to getting appreciation for his art than before. It was difficult to think of other things, he was simply going through what Daniel had said in his mind, a sort of celebration on his own. Perhaps it was odd, repeating the praise to himself. However, with every word of praise, he thought he could "feel" a little happier, even if it wasn't true.

Sirius was so lost in his thoughts that it wasn't until he nudged the door and realized it was open that he remembered what he had told Tess. She would be inside now, right. Probably have been there for a while too.

At least I hope that's her. Else it could be burglars.

Sirius didn't like that thought, he had items worth quite a lot of money inside, even if they were put away when he didn't use them. He slowly opened his door, prepared for that there could be someone dangerous there, but only saw Tess lying on his couch. A bit relieved, he took his jacket of and went to the kitchen to get a little water, wondering if Tess had been sleeping for long.

I wonder if I should wake her up. She looks really tired. But she could be sick too.

It was probably better for him to do it carefully now, than to have her suddenly react to a loud noise and get startled. Not that he was planning on making one, but better safe than sorry. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but it was also partly because he just wanted to wake her up.

"Hi," he said, and carefully nudged her awake. "Tess, it's me. Sirius. I'm sorry to wake you up, I just want to see if you are okay."

Tom

"Though to be honest, I donno what even possessed me to go to the factory, it was really out of character for me."

Tom nodded and jotted down a few notes "What makes you say that?" he said "you went there to try and help right? I'd like to think that helping people is just human nature."

Stay professional, he reminded himself, he wasn't supposed to let his own views slip into matters of journalism regardless of what they were. Even so he knew well enough from stories of disasters that it was in human nature to help others. Certainly there were bad people who might take advantage of calamity for their own gains, but by and large any story of large disaster featured communities and even strangers pulling together to solve matters.

It's just too bad that sometimes it takes disaster to bring out the best in people.

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Tess

"Tess, it's me. Sirius. I'm sorry to wake you up, I just want to see if you are okay."

She woke slowly at first, yawning as she began to sit up, and then remembered what was going on. She snapped more fully awake and glanced around almost as if in a frenzy, but then calmed. Her mind didn't feel as stretched out now, and the rest had eased her paranoia some.

"I'm fine," she said, shaking her head to clear her thoughts. What next? Did she plan to just squat in Sirius' place until she felt like going out again? Was she willing to let her worries about Mina cage her in?

"Nice place you have here," she said idly to Sirius.

She wondered if she should tell him about her concerns, he was already keeping one secret for her and it might put her more at ease to confide in another. But then if Mina somehow found out she wasn't keeping secrets... Screw that bitch, I'm not going to let fear of her ruin my freedom. Still she wasn't sure about telling Sirius even beyond that, after all if he got involved he would be in danger and he'd been nice enough to her so far.

"So what do you do to afford a place like this?" she asked "I saw some painting stuff lying around, are you an artist by trade?"

Mina

"Miss Fukao, after what's occurred over the past month I think we do need a new team and training for handling all threats...and one of those threats is 'magic' or 'demons' or other things of that nature. I'm particularly not prepared to handle it, maybe I'd be fine in research and prep but fighting it? I've never had to fight any 'rogue magicians' that's for sure! So I was wondering if I could make a slightly...unorthodox request? You can still use your powers, correct? I was wondering if perhaps you'd like to, you know go, a few round? I think I noticed something mentioning a gym facility while we were walking? A sparring area of some kinda? Sorry if this is a bit too forward but hey, I see nothing wrong with some friendly sparring... Well, unless you're afraid. No offense but older heroes tend to, well frankly, 'lose their touch' after awhile. I get it if you aren't up to it, really I do."

For the first time in a long time, Mina was surprised. She had expected many things - accusations, attempts to slip away while no one was looking, even just punching her in the face and dragging her to jail in some misguided attempt at justice - but this... this was unforeseen. Unforeseen incidentally was bad. Unforeseen meant she didn't know what they were thinking.

For a moment too long she was silent. She coughed slightly then responded. "I'm afraid my powers are indeed not what they used to be. Unfortunately, the source of my powers was destroyed several years ago. In terms you might understand, I'm a bit like a cell phone with a broken charger; I can use my powers for a while, but once the battery runs out they're gone forever. It's also true I'm a bit 'out of practice' if you will. Still, if you feel such a battle will be useful to you, than I'm more than happy to help. Of course, for the sake of getting the most out of my limited remaining power, perhaps both you and Specter should spar at the same time." She said, inviting them down to the sparing arena.

Police

"I'm sure that you could talk it over with that boss of yours. Well, new boss of yours. The business woman, she's bought you all out, right?"

Needless to say, but the police didn't take this particular insult well. One of them lowered their weapon and approached Tim and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. "You're under arrest and we'll be taking you to the city jail."; with suitable emphasis on the city part.

The Crick

"I'm afraid my powers are indeed not what they used to be. Unfortunately, the source of my powers was destroyed several years ago. In terms you might understand, I'm a bit like a cell phone with a broken charger; I can use my powers for a while, but once the battery runs out they're gone forever. It's also true I'm a bit 'out of practice' if you will. Still, if you feel such a battle will be useful to you, than I'm more than happy to help. Of course, for the sake of getting the most out of my limited remaining power, perhaps both you and Specter should spar at the same time."

"Uh, yeah sure..." The Crick said, still partially acting.

A cellphone with a broken charger? Interesting...

"Is the Specter really here? Seriously, is he here? I never know what's going through that guy's head anymore. He doesn't seem too trusting these day. Still makes a pretty good partner and damn fine hero though."

She clearly could sense Specter's presence somehow. The Crick's best bet was to just keep playing dumb, distance himself, chalk up Specter's secrecy to weird emotional ghost junk. She seemed to be buying it. All The Crick could do now was see how Specter handled things.

She knows man, The Crick thought, wishing he had a better way to communicate to The Specter. Just play it cool, play it cool...

Specter=Frederick

...A sparring area of some kinda? Sorry if this is a bit too forward but hey, I see nothing wrong with some friendly sparring... Well, unless you're afraid. No offense but older heroes tend to, well frankly, 'lose their touch' after awhile. I get it if you aren't up to it, really I do."

"I'm afraid my powers are indeed not what they used to be. Unfortunately, the source of my powers was destroyed several years ago. In terms you might understand, I'm a bit like a cell phone with a broken charger; I can use my powers for a while, but once the battery runs out they're gone forever. It's also true I'm a bit 'out of practice' if you will. Still, if you feel such a battle will be useful to you, than I'm more than happy to help. Of course, for the sake of getting the most out of my limited remaining power, perhaps both you and Specter should spar at the same time."

"Is the Specter really here? Seriously, is he here? I never know what's going through that guy's head anymore. He doesn't seem too trusting these day. Still makes a pretty good partner and damn fine hero though."

A book disassembled and the pages flew across the room as Frederick did his best to contain his anger. This was an insult to Theodore's sacrifice, to everything they had done so far. A sparring match. What the hell was up with that? However, he kept some resemblance of cool, he couldn't let Mina know they knew what she had done.

Hero organization. Right. That's why we would be here.

"This is a farce," he said, not showing himself but still very much let his presence be known. His flair for drama made an appearance as he spoke, even if he himself didn't.

"An insult to this whole ordeal. I may have followed you Crick, and I may not have let my presence be known, but had I predicted you would be a complete and utter fool, then I would have shown myself before. A sparring match? For what purpose? It's mockery, either you investigate this whole hero organization thing in a reasonable fashion, or you don't. But go ahead, just play around, don't expect me to help you out, though. Trottel, both of you."

With that, he crossed his arms -though no one could see him still- he wondered if Mina could just sense his presence or actually see him clearly. If it was the former, then revealing himself would put him at an unneeded risk of having her be able to identify him, once she had the time. That was... dangerous. Especially because he wanted to be the prosecutor on her case.

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Tim Merridy

"You're under arrest and we'll be taking you to the city jail."

"HAHA! HAHAHAHAHA!" Tim replied, letting his armor grow bigger as he laughed. "You do know that I could destroy that puny prison the second you put me in, right?! Heck, you couldn't even get me in those tiny toys," he pointed towards the handcuffs. "Would you prefer I put them on and slipped out of them, or that I crushed them? I mean, you have to try, right?!" He stepped forward, waiting for some sort of reply. His goo was thick enough to hinder any bullet getting through, and the policemen was very clearly out of their depth.

I should explain just how much they are, though. Arrogant bastards.

"Now, because I truly want to be a good boy, I'll explain this to you. I am a monster compared to you, I am so much stronger. I've picked up cars with ease, and when I do that I hold back, so I don't crush some poor bastard inside. I could do so much more damage than I have, I could stab 10 people in the time it takes you to get your gun out and decide to fire at me. I can withstand gunfire, I can move faster than most or your cars. If I wanted to, I could take out your entire little troop of officers in less than a minute. Is that what you want?" He stepped further forwards.

"I am a generous god. I am giving you the possibility to take me in, to let me become a hero, to have me use that destructive power for the good. You seen the other goo guy? Sir Awesome, or whatever? I have so much more control than that guy have. I destroy exactly as much as I want to. Do you really want to throw away that chance to have a hero with some damned control? Or do you really want me to prove what I really can do, against you?"

He chuckled, his goo armor forming what looked like a sharp-toothed grin. "Because I have no issue with eradicating those who stand before me, not when I have no rules to follow. As long as I'm a villain, I can and will crush you guys like tiny bugs. So... where was it you wanted me? The city jail? Are you sure you shouldn't be rethinking that?"

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Sirius Hamilton

"I'm fine,"

"Okay, that's good."

Sirius made himself smile, moving a little so that she could sit up with more of an ease, and allowing her to take more space if she wanted to. He looked at her, she looked tired still, though he didn't want to ask her why she was so tired. Instead, he followed her eyes as she looked around.

"Nice place you have here,"

"Yeah. It's not too long since I moved in, and it's supposed to be for the summer only..."

Why did I say so much? Surely she does not care about how long I will be staying here.

He felt as if he was trying to sell her the apartment.

"But yeah, it's nice. I like it."

"So what do you do to afford a place like this? I saw some painting stuff lying around, are you an artist by trade?"

He scratched the bridge of his nose, and though it looked like a nervous habit, it was more because it was itchy. This was a little awkward, people had a tendency to react in an odd way when he said his father had a lot of money. Especially because he was a painter. He had been told he was a spoiled brat, even if they might hesitate to do so had they known just why his father had that money.

"Uhm, no, not yet. But I'm in talks with someone who is willing to give my art a chance, and that's good. All of this stuff, it's my father's money. He has a lot, and I wanted to experience a little of the world, so he's paying for it as long as I'm not earning my own money. He found this apartment for me online, and he wanted to be sure it was nice and had a good placement, because... I suppose he's worried about me being alone."

He rubbed the place he had scratched at, it felt as if he might have overdone it a bit. "Since I'm not normal, I mean. And because it's always just been the two of us. I call him every day to make sure he knows I'm fine." Sirius looked at Tess, not sure how the other would respond. Almost as if he was afraid of letting her think too much about what he had said, he added;

"And you? Why did you need to sleep over? I don't mind, but if you have troubles, you can tell me. I'll help."

The Crick

As Ms.Fukao guided them towards a sparring area, a book seemed to slightly shred itself, pages drifting across the floor.

Wait, no stay calm I just need to get her- The Crick thought, until the Specter spoke up.

"This is a farce. An insult to this whole ordeal. I may have followed you Crick, and I may not have let my presence be known, but had I predicted you would be a complete and utter fool, then I would have shown myself before. A sparring match? For what purpose? It's mockery, either you investigate this whole hero organization thing in a reasonable fashion, or you don't. But go ahead, just play around, don't expect me to help you out, though. Trottel, both of you."

The Crick cringed slightly. Is that what the Specter thought he was doing? Just "playing"? That he didn't want to just arrest her now? Well, to be fair, The Crick had said he was going to do that, before entering the building. But then they ACTUALLY entered the building. The Crick had heard it, the initial pounding of boots,the distinct sounds of guns being primed and loaded, movement of security. He figured it was just "normal protocol" for a facility such as this. He was ready to arrest her after he listened to her reasoning.

He had listened. And he had thought. And then asked for tour of the building. He had a set of fiddler tucked away in his wrist and was waiting for the perfect time to let them drop and sneak away, jack into a computer and see what they can find.

But as they had toured the building, The Crick had been listening. Listening harder than he'd had to for awhile, barely focusing on what Ms.Fukao had been saying aside from a few things of interest. He'd been hoping to pick up something about Rias, pick up some dirt he could use to justify arresting her now. Instead he heard the sound of cameras turning and focusing on him.

And then he heard the gears of business turning. The lawyers, the media, the company dealings. He could hear people tapping away on keyboard, phone calls being made, and realized it wouldn't work.

The Crick arrests her. He doesn't have the authority to do that. She gets released because they don't have anything to justify her arrest.

The Specter could attempt to prosecute her but without Rias's information from Loveless they have no actual proof of her dealings.

Perhaps they do get an investigation of the building, then it's a matter of who can dig faster than the Fukao Group can bury. The answer would probably be whoever Miss Fukao has in charge of that.

Even with the information The Crick and his own small ring of connection gathered, none of it is concrete. It's too lose. The public still isn't too sure of heroes so they couldn't even appeal to emotion.

And this was just acknowledging her resources in one single building.

Miss Fukao was too big. Her powers weren't magical, they were corporate. Rias was wanted for the murder of the very person the Specter and the Crick wanted to avenge. Most of the police in the city technically worked for Miss Fukao now. She had could control the news. Arresting her now wouldn't work without Loveless's info, the information he died for. And they couldn't get that without Rias.

The Crick had hoped Unicorn would check in with a "I have Rias and her information secure" and he could just arrest Miss Fukao. But that wasn't going to happen, at least not anytime soon.

So The Crick simply ignored the Specter and let Miss Fukao guide him towards the sparring area.

He thought of Rias's speech on television. He thought of Psyclone, who wasn't alive because The Crick had spared him but was alive because the Crick hadn't realized the piece of shit wasn't dead. He wondered how well Miss Fukao could fight. He figured he could have a fiddler or two sneak away during the sparring match and jack into a computer. He wondered how Loveless would report on all of this if he was stil here. And then he wondered how much pressure and force it would take to puncture a skull or break a neck, particularly that of a middle aged women.

He thought of Rias's speech. He remembered something about a factory. And he listened.

"Yes, I came to check here and make sure this organization is legitimate, but this is how I work. If I can afford it, I try to understand people and why they do what they do before I make a choice. Even if there's only one choice, I need to know. That's the way it's gonna be." The Crick said to the Specter.

They entered the sparring arena.

"Miss Fukao, I must say, you've been a rather lovely host. A nice show of good faith. I'm hoping in the future I get a chance to 'fiddle around' with this building's resources. Building these suits is tough."

"What makes you say that?" he said "you went there to try and help right? I'd like to think that helping people is just human nature."

"I went because Theodor has contacts I don't, people he knows who can get this data out there and are way more influential then me. I shouldn't even have this data." Rias said, clearly frustrated with the situation. "Besides, I'm not a hero. I'm just a singer."

"So?" A voice said from above, which turned out to belong to Karen. " 'Doing what needs to be done' has nothing to do with your 'job'. Elvis was 'just a singer' but he still took up arms and fought for his country in World War II, which why he's 'The King'." Karen as she walked up, giving a small wave as she did. "Anyway, Saw you crash that news cast, ballsy, anyway, here I am, as you invited."

Rias hesitated a moment, but then pulled you the USB drive with the data on it, to which Karen just stared at it a moment. "Don't suppose ether of you have anything to read it on do you?" and while Rias gave the hero a 'really...' look Karen reported in to Crick, stating that she'd been delayed by Lord Magnificence, but that she's with the girl and that they're about to go over the data, soon as they find something to read it on.

Mina

For her part, Mina knew what they were up to. It wasn't like Rias's intrusion had gone unnoticed and that was before she had accused her of a crime on television. No one really believed her - Mina's control over the media and police was too strong for that - but that didn't stop the heroes from trying.

So yes; of course they were trying to sneak around and catch her in some kind of dirty deal. She was somewhat surprised by the Specter's outburst, unaware as she was of his connection to Theodore, but that was more an exception to her otherwise met expectations. The Crick and Specter were here trying to gather information; expecting to find some grounds on which to arrest her, apparently oblivious to the fact there was nothing dirty to find in the building. The fact of it was that Mina wasn't stupid enough to keep evidence of wrongdoing in a building purpose built to house both police and superheros.

That wasn't to say there weren't questionable things to find; two floors down she had a real-life Nazi scientist working on... well, Nazi science. Equal Opportunity Employment just doesn't cover that kind of thing. If anything, the real threat to her wasn't Rias so much as what she might have on her. If that data came to light... well it wasn't over, but it would be a hard fight that would burn considerable clout. Fortunately, there were contingencies for that.

Returning to the task at hand, Mina took to the opposite side of the sparing arena and transformed. "Miss Fukao, I must say, you've been a rather lovely host. A nice show of good faith. I'm hoping in the future I get a chance to 'fiddle around' with this building's resources. Building these suits is tough."

"Members of the organization have full access. One more incentive to join." She said, striking a stance. From there she summoned her scythe. "As for fighting mages; there are a few rules you should know. Rule #1: Never let them right from a distance." she said, launching a blast of magical fire directly at her battle-suited-up opponent.

Police

"...Because I have no issue with eradicating those who stand before me, not when I have no rules to follow. As long as I'm a villain, I can and will crush you guys like tiny bugs. So... where was it you wanted me? The city jail? Are you sure you shouldn't be rethinking that?"

While the villain monologued, apparently forgetting that villains haven't really done that since the 40s, the officer in the back called in reinforcements from the Anti-Superhuman Taskforce. This was a bit too much for the beat cops to handle. They were used to dealing with villains the heroes had already beaten into submission, not these kinds of monsters.

And to be certain; monster was the correct term.

The officer with the handcuffs however began to speak. "Yeah yeah. Keep speaking. I don't really give a damn about heroes, villains, or whatever. The damned truth is I have a job to do. I put on a uniform each day to take criminals in; you're no different. The rules apply to everyone, so to hell with your ego. Get on your knees, put your hands behind your head. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be held against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, the state is obligated to provide one..."

Tim Merridy

One could say things weren't going as they were supposed to. No, they definitely weren't. He could see one of the officers call for the anti-villain people, those with the actual equipment to handle it. That was bad, they'd completely missed the point, and now he'd have to act. He was partly annoyed, partly frustrated, and very, very ingrained in his role.

Is there no end to their foolishness?

The last straw, however, was the guy who decided to give him a lecture.

"Yeah yeah. Keep speaking. I don't really give a damn about heroes, villains, or whatever. The damned truth is I have a job to do. I put on a uniform each day to take criminals in; you're no different. The rules apply to everyone, so to hell with your ego. Get on your knees, put your hands behind your head. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be held against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, the state is obligated to provide one..."

The other trailed off, and for a brief moment, it felt like Lord Magnificent's mind was completely blank. With a angered growl, he stepped forward, swiping at the other, like he would any other hero. "For fuck's sake, can't you just shut up and get the script?!" He barely felt resistance in his swipe, but an odd sensation of something being torn lingered in the tips of his "fingers", and he stopped. Then the realization came, and a sickening feeling spread. His persona as a villain failing him, there suddenly was no Lord Magnificent. Only Tim Merridy.

I didn't just---

He looked down at his claws, one of them extended forwards, halfway through the officer, having entered from the side, and having severed and destroyed most if not all vital organs. There barely was a light in the policeman's eyes before it faded, and the man died. Murdered by Tim.

I did. Oh god.

Oh god, he had killed someone. Him. Not just Lord Magnificent, but Tim also. And now he could feel gunshots at his armor, every gunshot bouncing off his goo-armor as if they were made of soft sponge. He felt out of breath, as if he was suffocating, and while his appearance had not faltered, his will certainly had.

Role. I need to... I need to get out of here, and I need to keep my role. They can't know I'm upset, that I'm... I'm so soft. I need to keep intimidating them, if not the other guys will overpower me.

How long had passed now? Only half a minute, he was sure it couldn't have been long, but it was far too long. The officers had surrounded him, and he pushed his way past them.

"OUT OF MY WAY, PITIFUL CREATURES!"

Claws or no claws, Tim made his way past the officers in a forceful manner, not paying attention to if his spikes or claw did any more damage. The worst had already happened. He ran, and he ran, the only real direction he had was "towards Tom's apartment", the armor around him shifting so that it was only a thin -though still distorting his real shape- layer around his body, as to not call too much attention to himself. His mind was a jumbled mess.

It wasn't until he was sure he had gotten enough of a lead that he took the chance to enter an alley and let the goo loosen up, quickly disappearing as he started walking, now looking like just another person. Well, just another person who had happened to murder someone, that was.

Where do I go? Will the police realize?

He needed a way to hide, his hands shaking in his pockets. One thing he knew he'd have to do, was to get out of Tom's apartment, at some point Tom would find out, and then... then... Tom wouldn't sell him out, would he?

He does have a strong sense of justice.

More of that queasy feeling. Tim might've thrown up if it hadn't been for the fact that his stomach was completely empty. Besides, throwing up meant--

Wait, was that Tom? Yes, it had to be, Tom, in the park, with Rias, and... the Unicorn? Well, that was an odd combination. He made a quick choice, and headed over there. If he was standing with his brother, his twin brother, he would look less out of place. Not that he looked out of place, but he certainly felt out of place, and just feeling out of place probably made him look suspicious. He stopped, took a brief moment to calm down and think of how to act. He'd just be Tim. Normal Tim. Happy Tim.

Approaching the other from behind, he put his hands around Tom's waist, putting his mouth close to Tom's neck and blowing, grinning as the other showed discomfort. For what it was worth, his brother's presence made him feel calmer, his hands less shaky, though he couldn't keep his heart from beating too much. No way to control that. "Hi there, slightly older brother. Hanging with fugitives? Can I join in?" He patted the other's shoulder before letting go and looking towards the girls, hands put back into his pockets as he realized this was probably going to be the last time he saw Tom. Soon, he'd be dead to his brother.

I should at least warn them. Not let them get caught up in what... what I've done.

"Oh, also, I saw some cops not far from here, I think someone's stirred up some trouble, and I assume you'd not like to get caught?" Tim said, nonchalantly. After only a brief second, he raised an eyebrow, then added, directed at Unicorn as a way to change the conversation; "Also, what's with the get-up?"

Was this right? Shouldn't I be... I should be running. But I don't want to. I don't... I don't want that.

Tim wasn't sure what he wanted anymore. He wasn't sure he had much of a choice either.

Tom

"Anyway, Saw you crash that news cast, ballsy, anyway, here I am, as you invited."

Tom was halfway through jotting down Rias' answer when a voice came from above. He looked up to see another hero, though from what he'd heard and seen he had his doubts about her methods. Did Rias invite her? How do they know each other?

"Friend of yours?" he said to Rias.

Suddenly Tim walked up, trying to act nonchalant though Tom could tell that something seemed off. Tim's demeanor seemed forced perhaps? It was hard to tell and he could easily be mistaken. Did something happen?

"Oh, also, I saw some cops not far from here, I think someone's stirred up some trouble, and I assume you'd not like to get caught?"

"We're not doing anything wrong," he said, "and I hope you aren't the one whose been stirring up trouble."

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Tess

"And you? Why did you need to sleep over? I don't mind, but if you have troubles, you can tell me. I'll help."

And he probably would too, he doesn't seem to care regardless of what I do. Wonder if it's all an act, if so its a convincing one. Still she felt a need to tell someone about what she'd gotten involved in, what she'd done, yet at the same time she felt that it was something she absolutely could not share. If anyone was listening in, if anyone found out... she didn't want to think about that.

"What if I'd killed someone," she said "hypothetically speaking of course."

Real convincing there Tess, A+ acting. Still by his reaction she might be able to tell if it was safe to tell him or not, maybe not everything but at least get some of it off her chest.

The Crick

Ms.Fukao changed appearance in a mere second.

"Rule #1: Never let them fight from a distance." She said, as a burst of flame flew towards the Crick.

He leaped forwards and upwards over the the flame, spiraling through the air. He was above her now and kept soaring, his mind contemplating how long he'd keep this up. Wondering when he could attempt to let his fiddlers fly away. And wondering what the why the building seemed to be...humming?

He landed a few feet behind her and prepared to leap towards her,

"Close the gap. Thanks for the advice-" Just then he got the call from Unicorn. She'd been delayed, but she had found Rias. The Crick stood there for a second before putting his arms up.

"Wait, timeout, hold on!" He muted his helmets external speakers and spoke to Unicorn. "Get her to the Subway base. I don't know how much information Loveless has on there, but my computers should be able to sift through it...maybe...still better than being out in the open."

The Crick turned back to Mina.

"Hey Specter, I got good news. We can do what we came here to do. Ms.Fukao, you're under arrest."

Mina

As the Crick called a time out mere seconds into the battle, Mina dismissed the scythe and instead called forth a fly spell on the staff so that she had a place to sit. The call didn't take long, but the results were rather profound. "Hey Specter, I got good news. We can do what we came here to do. Ms.Fukao, you're under arrest."

Mina raised an eyebrow at that. "Oh? Well, not that you have the authority to arrest anyone anymore, but I'll humor you. What's the charge?" It didn't take a rocket scientist - or in this case billionaire corporate CEO philanthropist - to figure out what had happened. No doubt one of them had caught up to Rias and seen fit to take the data. No matter; contingencies were in place. They were always in place.

Dismissing the fly spell and returning her staff to it's most basic wand mode and slipped it into a case at her belt. As she did, she cast a spell; the spell shed gained from Theodore to change the information displayed by a computer on screen. Specifically, on The Crick's screen. From there, she held up her hands. "I do hope this isn't some rash move against the hero organization. I had hoped we were making progress."

"Oh, ya know, trying to bring back that 'functional female armor' look." Karen replied sarcastically, though gave this new guy an odd look, but got distracted by a call from Crick.

"I've never met her before, but I did ask for those closet to Theodor to come find me so I could give them what he very likely intended them to have in the first place." Rias said to Tom. "Hey Tim" she added since Tim had shown up as well, though the news about the cops didn't seem to do much for her.

Karen turned back to the group. "Sorry you two, but I need to barrow Red for a bit." Karen said as she walked up to Rias, who had a quizzical look on her face. "I just got word back from Crick, I'm to bring you back to our base and have the computer there sift through the data."

"And I need to go along why you because?" Rias asked, which earned a 'really ...' look from Karen. "Oh I donno, the murder charges."

Rias sighed that 'I want to be done with this' sigh and manifested her own wings. "Don't worry you two, she'll be safe for the time being." Karen said as the pair of them left for the 'secret base'. once the pair arrived Karen took the drive from Rias, who just took a seat, plugged it into the computer and waited while it compiled a list of suspect and criminal activity's.

Frederick Rolls

The Specter distanced himself from the sparring, he didn't want to see it. It was idiotic and insulting, the woman had killed someone. However, it didn't last long, as Crick called out to him.

"Hey Specter, I got good news. We can do what we came here to do. Ms.Fukao, you're under arrest."

"It's about time," he replied, ready to act. Waiting for Crick's call. However, it seemed like Mina had something more planned, he didn't know what, but her demeanour was suspicious.

She probably knew why we were here from the very moment we approached the desk.

He hadn't given it much of a thought, but he had expected her to lock them out when they wanted to enter, and now her suspicions revealed themselves. He just hoped she didn't have a plan against it.

"I do hope this isn't some rash move against the hero organization. I had hoped we were making progress."

"Well, the hero organization happens to be an extremely bad idea," he said, and started using his powers, pushing her downwards. "But this is for something else. I'm a ghost, I've talked to Theodore myself, so I know you're just a criminal. And now we have more proof of your crimes." He used his telekinesis to force her further down, barely holding back enough to not have to risk smashing her into the ground or breaking a few bones.

"Crick, arrest her. We don't need to play along anymore, and this facade has grown tiresome."

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Tim Merridy

"Hey Tim"

Tim gave her a quick wave, though he felt a little distracted. There was also a reply to his earlier remark towards Unicorn, but it was Tom's voice who got his attention.

"We're not doing anything wrong, and I hope you aren't the one whose been stirring up trouble."

It was with that he was forced to let a little of his mask drop, his smile turning more serious. "Well, I'm here, am I not?" he asked, as if expecting the other to realize why. Then he remembered that he'd never really told Tom what he was planning.

He'd have stopped me if he did.

Because he would have known it was a bad idea.

"Oh I donno, the murder charges."

Murder charges. She's accused of doing what I... actually did.

Tim's stomach twisted itself further, and he kept his eyes on his feet. His hands kept shaking in his pockets, it felt as if they would be able to see it by now. However, they didn't, or, if they did, they never addressed it.

"Don't worry you two, she'll be safe for the time being."

"...yeh, sure," Tim replied, and waited for them to leave, making sure there was no one else there, then looked at Tom.

"Tom... I... I killed someone. I wanted to help you guys out, and have them take me to the business woman leading the hero organization, but he kept pushing, and told me they'd take me to the city jail, even though I had already surrendered, told them I wanted to be good. I..."

It was getting difficult breathing, and he pushed more words out, feeling as if he had to force them out. "I didn't mean for it to happen, and I felt all numb, I just thought like, for some reason I lashed out like I would with a hero, an actual hero, not a... not a normal person. And then, then I saw him, and his blood, and, Tom, I... I... I... he died and I... I never wanted that to happen." He took a step away.

"J-j-just let me get my stuff, and I'll disappear, I won't bother you, I promise, just don't hate me, don't... don't tell the police either, but more importantly, don't hate me, please. I didn't do it on purpose, I promise, I didn't want him to..." he covered eyes, they were full of tears, but it was Tom's look he was trying to keep out. He didn't know how the other would react, and he wished he'd never said it, but it was already too late.

"I'm sorry," he sobbed.

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Sirius Hamilton

"What if I'd killed someone, hypothetically speaking of course."

Sirius looked at her with a blank expression. He knew that he was supposed to be shocked, or at least be worried, but he wasn't using his connection with anyone, and thus only could give her a somewhat forced frown. "Well, killing people isn't good," he started, leaning closer to better read her expression. She was definitely keeping something from him, and her words hadn't seemed very convincing.

I suppose I can only tell her what I think.

"But people are killed for a lot of reasons. Was it a bad guy? Would he hurt you, or someone else? Was it an accident? You seem... worried, about it, so I don't think you did it because you felt like doing so. If you had done it, of course. Depending on who you killed, how, and why, I would probably have given you different forms of help, but I said I would help you, so even if you had killed someone, I would have done as I promised."

He looked away, giving her some time to think it through without his blank stare. Sirius knew the stare, probably made her uncomfortable, especially with him talking about her perhaps having murdered someone in such a matter of factly voice.

Tom

"I'm sorry,"

Tom wasn't sure what to say, what to think. His brother had killed someone. He'd always known Tim was a villain, why had he never done anything to stop this? Had he turned a blind eye simply because Tim was his brother? How was that fair or just? What should he do now, show Tim mercy? It felt like the right thing to do but was it really, would he show the same mercy and forgiveness to any other villain? He wanted to think that he would, but he couldn't be sure.

He looked away from Tim, he wasn't sure he could bear to look his brother in the eyes with what he'd done.

"I... I need to think about this," he said, his voice wavering and confused "I won't kick you out... but I haven't decided what else to do just yet."

His voice hardened "If you say you're sorry you need to show it though," he said "I shouldn't have overlooked your actions before now, if you keep trying to be a villain I'll be forced to treat you the same as any other."

Everyone deserves a chance at redemption, right? But what of the man Tim had killed, what about those who cared about him? Was redemption more important than justice? I need time to think.

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Tess

"But people are killed for a lot of reasons. Was it a bad guy? Would he hurt you, or someone else? Was it an accident? You seem... worried, about it, so I don't think you did it because you felt like doing so. If you had done it, of course. Depending on who you killed, how, and why, I would probably have given you different forms of help, but I said I would help you, so even if you had killed someone, I would have done as I promised."

He's serious isn't he? It was truly surprising, perhaps she'd stumbled on the one person in the city who genuinely didn't care what she did, or what she had done in the past. Still she was too used to keeping things to herself, telling him more felt wrong, even if she wanted to share.

"Nevermind," she said "What I did isn't important, I'm just worried there might be fallout from it. I wanted someplace safe to lay low for a bit and I thought of you."

She frowned, even that felt a bit too honest for her liking. He might kick her out if he thought she posed a risk to his place after all. His blank stare and matter of fact tone were hard to read, but it seemed to her like a logical action and even if he was devoid of emotion he wasn't devoid of that was he?

"If you want me to leave I'll understand," she said "I know how to look after myself so you needn't worry."

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