The Super Hero RP Deluxe! (Closed, Started)

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Tim Merridy

Tim spent a while on the net, reading about Lord Magnificent. Though this Slender Girl had managed to give him a not too preferable reputation among some of the forums, most seemed to be impressed. One forum in particular was interesting, theorizing about why him and that "Sir Awful" had such similar powers, though he stopped reading at the "part of the same experiment" when his phone buzzed.

"Lol, hanging out with both of you sounds good, just let me know when and where!"

Hah,Tom, so naive. Should just take the chance when you've got it.

Tim was almost tempted to do so himself, though, he wasn't there to find a relationship. Besides, if he was going to do something like that, a fellow villain would be the best, someone he didn't have to hide his identity for. That made someone like Rias impossible, if his villainy some day was uncovered, he'd rather not get ditched and sent to jail. Besides, he'd just met Rias, and she seemed like a cool enough girl to hang out with regardless. Not long after, her message came through.

"I got a phone call, so I have a thing now later, but it's not till 6:30 so any time is good for me."

He was curious about what that thing was, but also a bit annoyed that he had to come up with the plans now. Both seemed to be available, like, whenever, so he figured he had to find a time and place. Because of convenience -though, also because he didn't know the town too well, and because he wanted to shower first- he wrote down the address of the hotel he lived in, and added;

"Meet me here in an hour, okay? If that's inconvenient, lemme know, though you're gonna have to call me and explain the way when I eventually get lost in that case :P"

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Sirius Hamilton

"Aw, well thank you. I guess I'll go with that, then."

"Good, just relax, then, I'd love for you to keep smiling, though you don't have to force yourself if it gets tiring. I'm almost ready now." He finished setting up the canvas, and preparing the tools. Choosing one of the softer pencils, he started sketching, the soft scratching on the canvas indicating that he was already working. For a while, he kept quiet, starting on her outlines, her upper body and her head. When he started on her eyes, he stopped for a moment, looking at her.

"Could you look directly at me for a moment?" he asked. "I want to make sure I get the details right." He hadn't used a lot of time, though the silence was probably more awkward for her than it was for him. "Also, do you have plans today?" Sirius figured that was an acceptable conversation topic, though, perhaps it was worded a bit odd.

"I mean. Anything you're looking forward? Isn't the festival starting soon?"

Dr. Schwertner

"Hallo Doctor. Wie gehts?"

At the sound of the man's voice, Vinzenz snapped his journal shut and pocketed it. He turned and smiled politely as he could in his current state. The dictionary passed hands and Vinzenz nodded in thanks.

"Explain to me all of this. Tell me why I should help you."

The warehouse had quieted. The hum of the generator was more pronounced than it was moments ago. There were the intermittent sounds of leather shoes shuffling across the concrete and the swift turning of pages. Approaching the point of becoming discomforting, the near-silence persisted still. More pages turned. The doctor sighed contemptuously. His gaze drifted towards the ceiling though he wasn't looking at anything in particular, just whispering words to himself to see how they sounded. Another frustrated huff. He paced a full lap around the machine and started on another. Then he stopped. He turned to Alex and swiftly approached him. "Vat if I told you sat sis is not see only dimension? Sat separate dimensions exist und vee can look into sem? Sat not only can vee look into sem, but vee can connect sem?"

Mina

As Mina approached the door, it opened automatically. Inside was a large foyer / lobby. One of the people working the front desk acknowledged their presence (and Mina's identity) and buzzed them through to the elevator. Tess followed along close behind, her gaze wandering over the surroundings before entering the elevator. As soon as the elevator door closed, Mina began to speak, even as she pressed the button to descend. From there, they crossed a catwalk overlooking a large R&D lab filled with an astounding assortment of weapons, armors, and and other gear; all being worked on or tested. At the end of the catwalk was a door to a small lab; which they entered.

As the pair made their way over this distance, they spoke of many things; specifically related to Mina's plan and what she needed from Ms. Coil

"... and that-" Mina said, opening the door at the end to reveal a small lab. "is where you come in. I plan to make a great hero out of you; just so you can turn on this city when they need you most."

Tess raised an eyebrow curiously at this, it was an odd plan certainly but the idea of fooling everyone in the city on such a level was both intriguing and exciting to her, not to mention the array of fun little toys Mina clearly had on hand.

"Interesting, provided the pay is good you can count me in."

"Ms. Coil, If I haven't made it clear by now that money is a non-issue by now, I'm not sure that I can." Mina said, smirking.

"Just want to be sure," Tess replied "So how do you plan to go about making me a hero? I suppose I'll need a new identity for that, can't really see people buying a change of face from Domino after the whole 'beats children' episode."

"True, and that's exactly what we're gonna do here. Now, I already have a few inklings about your powers from the news reports and my associate, but I'd like to hear first hand what your powers do so that we can effectively disguise them."

Tess hesitated for a moment, she hated revealing what she could actually do it was far more enjoyable to keep surprises in store. But then effectively hiding her powers would be key for this. "I can make things do what I want, strengthen them and enhance their ability to do what they're meant to do," she said, leaving off that she imbued the objects with some degree of life or intelligence "For instance I can turn clothing into power armor, sort of."

"Okay... I may have a few ideas." Mina said with a smile.

Karen

Karen helped Tony to a near by bench after the hug broke. "So what happen? Why are you walking with a cane?" Tony sighed as Annabelle sat next to him. Tony explain how Dr Mechano had kidnapped Annabell's mother Heather as to lure him into a trap. Dr Mechano had apparently discovered Tony's weakness and planned to and did exploit it. He went on to explain how the battle had left him drained and subsequently depowered, and his walking difficultly was the result of a back injury he sustained from one of Mechano's minions. Annabelle cut in there and continued, stating that after the dust had settled and Mechano had been defeated, Tony discovered Mechano had killed Heather some time before he had arrived.

Heater being dead visibly bothered Karen due to the two of them had been rather good friends so for Karen it was just more bad news. Tony then turned the tables on Karen, asking her what had happened and where she had been. Karen told the two of them about the Circle of Thorns remnant, the demon he had summoned and the long, bloody, brutal battle she then told of Jeduh and the Ninahalian and their realm, and that she had been depowered by the end of her battle as well, showing them her broken pendant.She then went into how Jeduh had saved her, even taking her tiara off to she the horn was actually attached but that she didn't actually get new powers till some time later. When Annabelle asked why she didn't return right away, Karen admitted she didn't really plan to, she didn't have any powers anymore, and with out the Ninahalian crystals or some one with a crystal to guide her back to earth theres no telling where she would have landed, she then reminded Annabelle just how much of her life she'd been fighting evil.

Tony asked what Karen's plans where now, and she told then she was gonna 'get back in the game', she had powers again, different from last time though, but that she needed to find a place to stay and find a job or something for cover basic living expenses, Tony nodded and invited Karen to stay with them. Karen naturally declined at first, but Annabelle countered that with several points Karen couldn't really swat away so easily, and accepted the offer.

Terry

As Terry excused himself from the building onto the street, he held a gray hexagonal plate in his hand. It was only slightly smaller than a stop sign and consisted of an arrangement of smaller meshing triangularly plates. He quickly wired the trigger device to the plate. Terry aimed it at his hand and activated it while he walked down an alley towards and old payphone. Sure enough, after a few seconds, Terry felt a sharp hot tingly sensation and pulled away quickly.

GAH, those military sites really understated the sensation of this thing. Terry thought to himself. Then again, I did just use it a few inches away from my hand...

He tested it at different ranges. The feeling didn't diminish much. He was gonna need a better test turn later, but it seemed he'd built a smaller version of the active denial system. A non-lethal microwave emitter for riot control, light weight, easily collapsible for his suit. It would probably need some remodeling along the way. At this size, it seemed like it could only work on one or two people within its range and even then only within a very small area of their body. But at least it worked.

Terry quickly stuffed it into his duffel bag along with his suit as he made his way to to the payphone. It was slightly behind a dumpster, mostly covering him from the rest of the street. Slipping his helmet over his head, he began putting in the number.

Terry finally decided. He was gonna arrange a meeting with Loveless and explain the situation to him. Honestly, Terry didn't know what he'd be doing in a few years as The Crick or if he'd leave something positive behind for the city. Maybe this could be it. Just maybe.

Terry spoke into the phone, his helmet giving him his usual "Crick" sounding voice.

"Loveless?"

Alex

"Sat not only can vee look into sem, but vee can connect sem?"

If Alex didn't have super powers then he would have considered the man insane. He still remembered that faithful night and the pain of being ripped apart molecule by molecule only to be rearranged back. The look on the faces of the confused hitmen made sweetened the memory a little bit.

"And what good can come from that?" Alex said, skeptical of the results or rather questioning the good of it that can come from it. He wasn't exactly a scientist but Alex had a feeling that opening dimensions willy-nilly could lead to some bad outcomes.

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Blood Diamon

Stefan paid the driver in a stack of hundreds, much to his initial confusion but once the driver realized it was all real, he was more than willing to keep quiet. Money had an odd effect on people, Stefan observed and he included himself as well.

He entered the homeless shelter and approached the first vagrant he saw with an odd proposition. In exchange for $300, they were to switch their clothes. Stefan didn't have his full gear on at the time but just a long-sleeve shirt and some jeans of course it was flecked with spots of blood but the homeless man certainly didn't mind.

As he left the room however, the bag that he had been carrying around finally yielded to the amount of money that he had stolen from the armored car. With a slight tear, a few stacks of the money fell from his duffel bag before he could catch the rest. Chaos ensued.

The homeless scrambled to the stacks like dogs to a bone as Stefan tried his best not to slice his way out. Still, he pushed and shove through the mass of people to outside of shelter. Taking time to catch his breath did he realize that he smelled considerably less but nonetheless still had a stench to him. His plan of walking in an losing his literal scent partly succeeded.

Now he had to lay low for at least a few days. Stefan heard that there would be a festival in a few days. That would be a good time to relax and mix in with the crowd in case the police were on his tail but all in all, Stefan was satisfied. He was a few grands richer but nowhere near close to his temple. Its splendor still gleamed in his eyes whenever he lost sight of what he was looking for. One day he would have it.

But first, he needed to get a new bag.

Ash

"Could you look directly at me for a moment?" he asked.

"Sure." Ash did as instructed, keeping her smile in place as well as she could.

"I want to make sure I get the details right." He hadn't used a lot of time, though the silence was probably more awkward for her than it was for him. "Also, do you have plans today?" Sirius figured that was an acceptable conversation topic, though, perhaps it was worded a bit odd.

"I mean. Anything you're looking forward? Isn't the festival starting soon?"

Heh, it's hard to tell if that was a nervous slip or not, with him. Ash found the idea of a nervous Sirius amusing, and her smile fit back into place.

"Oh yeah, that is coming up soon. I've been before, but I found last year's a bit disappointing. I could still find something interesting enough to go, though." Ash was thinking of something more along the lines of a fight breaking out, but there were other ways to pass the time, right, Sirius?

Dr. Loveless

Theodore was on his way out of the meeting with the other broadcasters when his phone began to vibrate. Stepping aside, he pulled the phone up to look at it. The number was the one fans used to contact him during shows which was odd. Usually the number never made it to his phone, having been screened by one of his interns before hand. That he was receiving one now, not even during a live broadcast was odd in the extreme.

Answering the phone, he said "Hello? Dr. Loveless speaking." and waited for a reply. It wasn't long before he got it.

"Dr.Loveless, I would like to arrange a meeting. There's something I think you might be interested in. More to the point, I'm asking for a favor and don't exactly feel okay talking about it over the phone. Can you meet me at the following address: 4353 Baker st. They'll be a set of stairs leading to an old subway platform. Don't worry, I'll be waiting near the steps." The voice said quickly. A second later it added "Can you make it?"

Theodore raised an eyebrow at the statement before asking a question. "Um... who exactly is this?" he said, more than a little confused. "The Crick. You know green, jumps around, never really stuck around long enough for a decent interview...in any case, I need to talk with you in person. 4353 Baker st. Old subway platform. Can you meet me here?" the voice replied mysteriously.

Theodore was needless to say skeptical, but if a superhero really did need to meet with him for some reason, who was he to argue. Glancing at the time, he saw he still had plenty before his interview so he replied in the affirmative. "I'll meet you there in 15." Thereafter he hung up and quickened his pace toward the meeting spot. In a little less than 15 minutes he was there and waiting.

Terry

Terry had entered from an opposite opening of the subway tunnel and quickly hopped to towards the address he'd given Loveless. He'd found an entrance to these old subways after intervening at an accident near a construction site after a pair of falling beams exposed an old maintenance hatch. Apparently they were shutdown around the end of the 80's, mainly after some sort of "mutant rat army" attempt...or just plain ole rats, no one was really sure anymore. Whatever the case, Terry didn't have much use for a pair of old subway tunnels but as he made his way to Loveless, a few ideas passed through his head.

He stopped in front of an old abandoned platform, made his ways to the stairs, and began removing the wooden beams blocking it off. In a matter of seconds, Terry made an entrance wide enough to fit through. He waved to Loveless, who was waiting near top of the stairs.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, took me awhile to navigate these tunnels. The city doesn't seem to have any good maps on file." Terry said to Loveless. He listened for any minor feedback from any recording devices and heard nothing. He felt safe to talk.

"Anyway, I'll try and make this quick since you're a probably a busy guy." Terry inhaled slightly.

"Neutrocity is an amazing place with amazing people, some good some bad; you know how this goes. And right now, maybe this is just me, but I feel like "the good" are a bit too unorganized, unruly, unprofessional, and under-powered. While the bad are...just getting badder." Terry was making an effort to step around mentioning the rumors of villain's being recruited, but he had to admit that a part of him believed what he was saying about the heroes in this city.

"Which is why I'm planning to form a network of heroes. A forum, a community, organization, league, whatever you wanna call it really. Just something that unites us all for good." Terry stopped to see how Loveless felt about all this.

Tom

"Meet me here in an hour, okay? If that's inconvenient, lemme know, though you're gonna have to call me and explain the way when I eventually get lost in that case :P"

Tom replied back with a quick "k, see you then" before resuming work on the article. An hour wasn't a terribly large amount of time to finish up a paper, but the article didn't have to be terribly long and he could always lengthen it after talking to Rias.

Time flew by while he worked and soon he had to head out, printing off what he had put together of the article first so he could run it by Rias. He drove to the hotel and arrived perhaps a few minutes late due to traffic (something Tom never accounted for because heroes always arrived right on time!).

He got out and quickly found Tim "Hey hope I'm not too late," he said as he approached, then noticed the rather large cut on Tim's face "Whoa, what happened? You look like you tried to pick a fight with a straight razor! Er, no offense."

Dr. Schwertner

"And what good can come from that?"

"Vat good? See possibilities are endless!" Vinzenz exclaimed, throwing his arms out wide. He ran a hand through his hair as he thought for a moment and began to pace around the room as he explained, making gestures as animated as the last. "Limitless supplies of new energies! An infinity of organisms see likes of vhich have never been seen! New vorlds to explore und expand! Not just in anosser dimension, but vorlds vhich lie beyond sight in sis universe! See very span of all sat exists is far beyond comprehension, und I am see von who must take see first step. See march of progress vill no longer be confined to a one dimension, a constant along a singular axis. In time, nossing vill be impossible."

Frederick Rolls

What a mess. What a terrible, terrible mess. Apparently, the screening of the jury members hadn't been done well enough, one of them had been a friend of the defendant. Not only that, while weak, they had powers. It hadn't been much to brag about, simply something akin to telekinesis. However, compared to people without powers, it certainly was something, half of the people had been running out by the time this bothersome individual had raised one of the chairs up into the air. Frederick had tried to calm people down, it was only a matter of letting the officers in the room take care of this person, but it was clear that they weren't going to go close without the proper tools. He was unwillingly lead out of the room and into his office. Locking his own door, he took the masks and left his body inside, before returning to the courtroom.

This is why I don't like the jury system.

With the tragedy mask in front of his face, Frederick arrived through the wall. Chairs and papers were knocked around, but no real damage had been done.

"I can't leave you people alone for a second without there being a whole mess, can I?" The Specter sighed. If he used his own powers, there was a chance that there would be more of a mess than it already was. Regardless, people were terrified, and he needed to act.

"I'm giving you one chance to give yourself in, Mr. Jury Member. Your rescue attempt failed, the defendant has already been taken in. Now, give up."

No one ever gave up. However, it didn't result in some epic battle either. Frederick held the guy up against the wall with his telekinesis, before throwing him over to the remaining officers in the room. After seeing the arrestation go down well enough, he picked up his body and left the locale. Invisible, but wearing his body, he decided to get some air. The trial wouldn't be continued either way, and he was... well, tired. Annoyed at the lack of professionalism -from everyone's side- and the lack of respect for the courtroom.

That was when he noticed the Crick, or, at least, someone wearing the Crick's helmet. While he wasn't really in the mood to interact with anyone, he figured he might as well say hi, only to notice that the kid was heading... wait, into the old subway tunnels?

That's... peculiar.

Figuring the hero might be in need of backup -he could be investigating something, after all- Frederick followed him, still invisible, all the way through the subway and until he reached Theodore. Huh.

Are they having some sort of secret meeting?

Did he really need to stick around for some conversation between the two? Probably not, though, as he was about to leave, he heard the Crick speak.

"Neutrocity is an amazing place with amazing people, some good some bad; you know how this goes. And right now, maybe this is just me, but I feel like "the good" are a bit too unorganized, unruly, unprofessional, and under-powered. While the bad are...just getting badder. Which is why I'm planning to form a network of heroes. A forum, a community, organization, league, whatever you wanna call it really. Just something that unites us all for good."

Hm, actually, I think I might have a reason to listen in.

If nothing else, it was interesting, though he doubted either of the two others would like it if they realized he was listening in.

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Tim Merridy

An hour passed quickly when watching the newest superhero movie another time. Especially the villain in this one was interesting, despite the loss he'd made a good attempt at chaos. He sat in the hotel lobby with his laptop, and during the most epic fight of the movie, Tom arrived.

"Hey hope I'm not too late,"

"No worries, Rias isn't even here yet," he replied, and closed the laptop, before putting it in a bag for easy carrying it around. Not surprisingly, Tom's eyes quickly went to the cut, which he had clumsily covered with a couple of bandaids. It had still been bleeding when he did so, he was certain that if Slender Girl had cut a little higher, she'd taken his eye.

"Whoa, what happened? You look like you tried to pick a fight with a straight razor! Er, no offense."

Tim grinned. "None taken. Pretty awesome though, huh? I think it makes me look tougher!" he joked, standing up. He ignored Tom's question about what had happened, ignoring it was much easier than making up some excuse. Instead, he pushed his identity as a villain away, he was first and foremost just a regular dude right now. "Hope Rias'll show up soon, she said she had something, but that wasn't until later." Perhaps Tom knew more about that, he wasn't sure.

"Also, what do you people do around here? A big place like this has to have a couple of awesome cinemas and malls and such, right?" Tim sounded eager, especially when it came to the cinemas. Movies were his passion, after all.

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Sirius Hamilton

"Oh yeah, that is coming up soon. I've been before, but I found last year's a bit disappointing. I could still find something interesting enough to go, though."

Sirius nodded. "Yeah. I was thinking about going myself, but..." he trailed off again, as he started drawing her eyes and mouth. He would soon be done with the sketch. "I don't know. It might not be worthwhile. I'd like to sketch parts of festival, though." With the final pencil mark, he put the pencil away and started blending paint instead.

Let's see, her skin-color is that shade, and her eyes...

He looked at her eyes again. They were beautiful and lively. Sirius found himself studying them, the color wasn't quite clear to him, or so he told himself. Light brown, right? His grey eyes probably looked dull to her as he examined her, and he looked back at the sketch, starting to use a soft brown to outline her face.

"You know, if you do end up going, we could go together. It might be more interesting if there's two of us. It's usually more fun if there's more than one person." More outlines, and starting on her hair. "I'd like to go with you, at least." Another break, just looking at her hair to make sure he got the shade right. "Or is that an issue for you? I don't want to go with you if you don't want me there."

Alex

"See march of progress vill no longer be confined to a single dimension, a constant along a single axis. In time, nossing vill be impossible."

The more he listened to the scientist, the more far-fetched he seemed and that was coming from a man who can teleport. In Alex's mind, he was either right or wrong but without any proof, he couldn't tell for sure whether or not to trust the man. He had helped this man out of charity but now a small part of him began to regret helping him out. Alex was no scientist so he simply stuck to his stubborn skepticism instead. He crossed his arms, unsure of the scientist.

"Can you prove it?" Alex asked plainly.

Karen

After a bit more discussion about arrangements the trio left the park and headed to Tony's house. Karen followed the car in the air because her wings and horn would have made things awkward and since she currently has no extra clothing she decided flying was better. The flight was dull but it was good for helping her learn the lay of the city.

After about 20 or so minutes they arrived, Tony took some of his medication and went to lay down, while Annabelle set to finding Karen something to wear, though Karen's height and general build made that something of a hassle, though Annabelle did manage to get something passable together for Karen to wear. Then after checking on Tony to make she he had every thing he'd need for the short time they'd be gone, Annabelle took Karen out clothing shopping. The reason Karen agree'd to this was two fold, one, she had nothing to wear anyway, but mostly two, a lot of crime happens in high traffic area's like malls and such.

and so with Karen's wings, horn and armor concealed, she set out with Annabelle, to a place she'd never really been very found of ... The Mall ...

Rias

Rias made a couple phone calls after getting a reply from Tim. She called Hector and Ivaan to see if they would be available later for the interview, sadly, nether where. Ivaan had a Lions Club meeting then, normally something easy to get out of, but he kinda needed to be there since he was pitching ideas to the club this time. Hector had a date with his long time 'why aren't they engaged yet' girlfriend, though apparently they've been having a 'rough patch' lately so he wanted to try and find out what was causing it and try and fix it.

She left shortly after that and got turned around some how, this, combined with the time spent on the phone, made her a little late in arriving at her destination, as Tim and Tom seemed to be waiting on her. "Hey sorry I'm late ... HOLY HELL!! What happen to you?!" she exclaimed as she got a better look at Tim, amusingly, her wings, which where bat like over feathered, and which hadn't been dispelled when she saw Tim's injury, also reacted like one would expect when surprised as she'd been.

Dr. Schwertner

"Can you prove it?"

The doctor thought hard about that question. He didn't have anything concrete. Other than his presence of course, but Alex couldn't know that. And what could be said that wouldn't have the man running off to get him thrown into an institution? Yes, Vinzenz. Just tell him you were a Nazi-funded labcoat that inadvertently killed all his associates in the catastrophic implosion of an interdimensional gateway, but in doing so proved his theories of human transdimensional travel. That's sure to set his mind at ease.

"I...don't have anysing substantial, but my seories are sound und see science vorks. But in order for me to do vat I need, you must trust me. Und you must keep sis to yourself. If vord of my studies gets out, fools sat sink sey can conduct see necessary experiments, complete my research properly...sey vould come by see dozens und ruin everysing! Sere is so much potential at stake here. I'm entrusting you vis sis. Now I need you to trust sat I know vat I am doing."

Dr. Loveless

"Neutrocity is an amazing place with amazing people, some good some bad; you know how this goes. And right now, maybe this is just me, but I feel like "the good" are a bit too unorganized, unruly, unprofessional, and under-powered. While the bad are...just getting badder. Which is why I'm planning to form a network of heroes. A forum, a community, organization, league, whatever you wanna call it really. Just something that unites us all for good." The Crick said after a while. Then he stopped; waiting for some kind of response no doubt

For his part, Theodore raised an eyebrow before reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a pack cigarettes. He opened the battered old pack to reveal a half dozen plastic tubes about the same size as a cigarette. Ever since he'd become a face of the media, Theodore had given up smoking. The nicotine addiction was long gone, but the habit of having one in tense situations had proven impossible to break. Instead, he'd taken to carrying around the tubes as a "place holder"

After slipping one between his lips and thinking it all over for a few minutes, Theodore pulled out the tube and started to speak. "That sounds good and all, but that's a lot more complex than you make it out. There's a risk if all you heroes organize publicly; villains might attack you as a group or the public might find the whole thing frightening. Also, I don't know why you're bringing this all to me. I'm on your side, and I suppose I technically have powers, but I'm no superhero. I'm an out of shape journalist who just so happens to not need a recording crew. And, besides all that, how would you gather this rag tag team. The only other super-powered person I even know the whereabouts of uses her powers as pyrotechnics for musical performances. I might be able to track down Slender Girl or The Phantom of the Opera while they're active, but I couldn't get a private message to them. Don't misunderstand Crick; I'll be happy to help, I just don't know how this is gonna work or how I can possibly be of help."

Tom

"Also, what do you people do around here? A big place like this has to have a couple of awesome cinemas and malls and such, right?"

"Yeah we've got some great cinema's around here," Tom started, momentarily distracted before shaking his head and returning to the more important matter "Look you really should-"

"Hey sorry I'm late ... HOLY HELL!! What happen to you?!"

"-Get that looked at," Tom finished before turning to greet Rias "Hey Rias, glad you could make it," he said barely holding back a barrage of compliments on how awesome her wings looked, not the time to get distracted, Tim probably needs stitches or something!

Turning back to Tim he continued "Look why don't we stop by a hospital, see if you need stitches or anything if not then we can head to a mall?" he suggested, notes of worry evident in his voice. Tom certainly wasn't a doctor but he knew head wounds were bad news, I mean you kept your brain in your head and it did all sorts of important stuff!

Alex

Now I need you to trust sat I know vat I am doing."

Alex regarded the man carefully. He could be telling the truth but the man's lack of evidence disabled Alex from fully trusting the good doctor. What's worse is the implications if Alex does help him. This scientists raised more questions than answers but an idea flashed in Alex's mind that would have the doctor prove his word.

"Even if I fully believed you, I don't have the means or the money to help you make a good laboratory." Alex admitted. "But I know a way we can get both..."

"The Ditelli crime family has been ruling this city for several decades. They're feared by the police and they have the city politicians on their leash. They rake in money from human trafficking rings, weapon deals, and drug smuggling. Why do I know this?" Alex asked rhetorically, getting riled up by his explanation. "Because they tried to kidnap my little sister for their evil rings. If I wasn't there to stop them then... I just don't know." Alex said. Mixing the truth with the fiction was always the best way to lie. "I hunted down the thugs to learn as much about their boss as possible. Well their boss is their Anthony Ditelli. The man is a savage in suit and I've been trying to get the man with every waking moment.The man has millions of dollars at his disposal and an army of thugs but I am not scared of him."

"I helped you and I swear I will help you with your laboratory but now you have to help me if you expect to make any headway." Alex proposed. He held out his hand to the man. "Help me, help you."

Terry

"That sounds good and all, but that's a lot more complex than you make it out. There's a risk if all you heroes organize publicly; villains might attack you as a group or the public might find the whole thing frightening. Also, I don't know why you're bringing this all to me. I'm on your side, and I suppose I technically have powers, but I'm no superhero. I'm an out of shape journalist who just so happens to not need a recording crew. And, besides all that, how would you gather this rag tag team. The only other super-powered person I even know the whereabouts of uses her powers as pyrotechnics for musical performances. I might be able to track down Slender Girl or The Phantom of the Opera while they're active, but I couldn't get a private message to them. Don't misunderstand Crick; I'll be happy to help, I just don't know how this is gonna work or how I can possibly be of help."

Terry chuckled with sigh.

"Well, this right here is partially why I decided to ask you about all this. I wasn't planning to make this group public anytime soon, but you would've put two and two together a lot faster than a lot of media outlets and even the police."

He sat against the wall, letting his hands fall in his lap.

"And you're right. People are paranoid. Criminals are paranoid. Crime bosses are paranoid. But villains, villains are plain ole jealous. And paranoia plus jealous equals a 'hit-em-first and hit-em-hard' mentality I don't really wanna bring to Neutrocity. But I need to give it a shot say that at least I tried to do...something."

Terry heard a very faint almost silky whooshing sound pass through the air. He slowly glanced around slowly, as to not alert Loveless. Gah, my nerves must be messing with my hearing. Last thing I need today is to hear every insect buzzing on the block. A thought popped into his head and he leapt to his feet.

"Loveless, you transmit...sensory feedback I guess? What you see and what you hear, right? You said it yourself, you don't have a crew, you don't have a camera, or mics, editing equipment, or some big news van with a bunch of antennas on it. It's all you. And as far as I can tell, YOU aren't traceable. If I could figure out a way to transmit multiple messages from you instantaneously-or at least, efficient enough to get a few instructions out without instigating either of us-perhaps I could arrange a few meetings with certain heroes."

Terry popped out a fiddler and caught it in his hand.

"With a few modifications, I might have something that could do it."

Dr. Loveless

"Loveless, you transmit...sensory feedback I guess? What you see and what you hear, right? You said it yourself, you don't have a crew, you don't have a camera, or mics, editing equipment, or some big news van with a bunch of antennas on it. It's all you. And as far as I can tell, YOU aren't traceable. If I could figure out a way to transmit multiple messages from you instantaneously-or at least, efficient enough to get a few instructions out without instigating either of us-perhaps I could arrange a few meetings with certain heroes."

Theodore nodded at the words. "So you want me - the mild-mannered journalist - to act as your communication hub? I can see the value, but there's a problem. I can transmit to any number of computers as long as I know which ones, but I can't receive information via the link. That means if you want to send a message to, say, The Phantom of the Opera, you'll need to send me the message the old fashioned way... or at least via twitter." Theodore said before returning to his faux-cigarette.

Terry

"So you want me - the mild-mannered journalist - to act as your communication hub? I can see the value, but there's a problem. I can transmit to any number of computers as long as I know which ones, but I can't receive information via the link. That means if you want to send a message to, say, The Phantom of the Opera, you'll need to send me the message the old fashioned way... or at least via twitter."

Terry thought about it for a minute.

"Okay, okay, I can make that work. Set up a server for you and the "messengers", make a twitter alias and send something that sounds...hopefully pretty obvious to you. I'll give you a heads up ahead of time. Gonna need a home-away-from-home to make some of this work but I think I can work it out."

Terry's brain started whirring through a number of possibilities and variables. For now, contacting three others heroes wouldn't be too complex. Down the road? Well that was up in the air and all depended on how all this went.

Dr. Loveless

"Okay, okay, I can make that work. Set up a server for you and the "messengers", make a twitter alias and send something that sounds...hopefully pretty obvious to you. I'll give you a heads up ahead of time. Gonna need a home-away-from-home to make some of this work but I think I can work it out."

Theodore nodded at the words. "Okay; good luck with the hero hunt. In the mean time, I'm afraid I need to get going. I have an interview with the aforementioned superhuman pyrotechnic musician." he said, pushing himself off the wall he'd been leaning on and making his way out into the street toward his recording studio.

Terry

Terry stared at Loveless as he made his way down the street.

"O-okay then." Terry said, his head still winding through possibilities. Inspect the abandoned subways some more, get back to work in record time, finish whatever I have left, start building a server for the messengers, start actually building the messengers, figure out how I'm going to do this whole twitter thing. And then I still got project S.C.D. to work on. Eh, I need a better place to work on that anyway...

Terry train of thought trailed off, still noticing a slight whooshing sound in the air, light smoke hanging in one place.

"Maybe I can hear smog now." Terry mumbled to himself before heading back into the abandoned subway and pushing back the boarded off gates.

Frederick Rolls

Frederick looked back and forth at the two as they spoke. While there was certainly points where he was tempted to address -the assumption that a ghost would have a computer, for once- he kept quiet, intending to see just where it was going. At the end, there was some sort of conclusion, or, at least, sort of a deal going on. Quite frankly, Frederick couldn't really say he was impressed. If they intended to organize something, the initial meeting had to show... well, some sort of organization. Anything.

The Specter couldn't help but sigh -mentally- as he followed the Crick. The youth was the one with the idea, after all, and he was curious about what would happen next. Not much he'd find out with Theodore regardless, it wasn't that fruitful to follow around the man who broadcast most of the stuff that happened around him.

It seems like I'll have to let him know who I am if I'm to go along with this idea, though.

Of course, he wasn't sure how desirable that was. On one hand, Theodore knew that there was something called privacy, he was thankful for that the knowledge of his coma hadn't managed to spread far, despite how much of a role in the media that case had been having. He knew for a fact that if Dr. Loveless had wanted to, people paying attention to the case would have known.

On the other hand, he was unsure of just what Theodore would think of it. Not only was Frederick a judge, his methods as the Specter were at best charmingly sneaky. Spying, planting the right evidence in the right places, manipulating the scene, while he knew that he was doing it as objectively as possible, and not getting himself involved emotionally, he'd probably not trust someone else easily if they claimed to be doing the right while pulling these sorts of tricks.

Not to mention, would I believe someone who insisted they were avoiding the cases they had been involved with as a hero?

He would have bit his lip, had he not been a ghost at the moment. There was that too. Theodore knew enough about the law to know about judicial disqualification. Even a child knew that a judge wasn't supposed to be biased, though it might take a bit more to know that being involved at all, regardless of in how small a way, usually was enough to lead to recusal.

Still. Gathering the heroes is not a bad idea, and if I am the one to let Theodore know, I can explain it.

Right. He had kept following the Crick as he was deep in thought, though it wasn't until the other spoke again he actually paid attention to the hero. For some reason they were headed back through the subways again.

"Maybe I can hear smog now."

Wait. Is he talking about me?

That had to be it, even if the Crick didn't know himself.

"Well, I figure that's what I get for spying," the Specter remarked, and appeared out of thin air. "Good day, how are you? I heard your... sort of successful conversation with Mr. Loveless there. Should have tempted him with that he could demand an interview out of everyone involved every time they apprehend a suspect." He laughed, both because he found his own joke amusing, and because it enabled him to think of something different than the secret identity issue. His tone shifted, rather suddenly, though, he was still wearing the comedy mask.

"So, I assume you'd want help with the hero network? It's... troublesome at best, at least in regards to secret identities. The best would be for people to be willing to give up their other identities, but that would require a huge amount of trust." He shrugged, and turned upside down, giving off an air of something like carefree and troubled all at once.

"Regardless, I don't know if I can actually become part of the network, but I can at least help you out with organizing that mess, if you want the help."
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Tim Merridy

"Yeah we've got some great cinema's around here."

"Oh, neat," Tim said, merrily. However, it didn't seem like his dismissal of the cut worked, Tom didn't seem to have taken as lightly to it as Tim had hoped. At least, so his facial expression said.

I wonder if a guy like Tom would be that worried if he knew I was a villain.

After all, while Tom was probably just some average -if good-looking, they were rather similar, after all- dude, the guy seemed to be somewhat righteous in his mindset.

"Look you really should-"

"Hey sorry I'm late ... HOLY HELL!! What happen to you?!"

"-Get that looked at."

"Wow! Those look amazing!" Tim commented, still ignoring the worries, as he saw Rias' wings. "You can do that sorta thing?! That's awesome!"

"Look why don't we stop by a hospital, see if you need stitches or anything if not then we can head to a mall?"

Tim stuck his tongue out, childishly. He chuckled. "Nah, I'm fine. No doctors needed, they ask too many questions," Tim remarked, though, from his voice it was clear that it was just jest. "But yeah, I'm the one with the injury, I know what's best for me!"

Probably! Regardless, Rias was there yesterday, if she put the pieces together, she might come to suspect something.

"As for the mall... that depends, what are we going to do at there? I'd like to watch a movie or something, personally."

Terry

The Crick checked some of the supports supporting the tunnels. They seemed thoroughly intact, along with most of the tracks running through the subway system. He remembered seeing a few abandoned subway cars further up the track. Perhaps they were serviceable. Whatever the case, it was becoming clear to Terry that these old subway systems might come in handy sometime. Though the faint smokey sound passing through still bothered him. He wondered if there was a gas leak.

Seriously, what is that?" Terry thought to himself, as the faint breeze passed by him and the Specter appeared instantaneously.

"Good day, how are you? I heard your... sort of successful conversation with Mr. Loveless there. Should have tempted him with that he could demand an interview out of everyone involved every time they apprehend a suspect." The Specter let out a short burst of laughter. The Crick wasn't too surprised by the Specter's sudden appearance, but a bit curious. It seemed he'd been listening in on the conversation with Loveless. The Smokey noise seemingly died down. Terry didn't get a chance to ask about it as the Specter began focusing on the topic at hand.

"So, I assume you'd want help with the hero network? It's... troublesome at best, at least in regards to secret identities. The best would be for people to be willing to give up their other identities, but that would require a huge amount of trust."Regardless, I don't know if I can actually become part of the network, but I can at least help you out with organizing that mess, if you want the help." " Terry looked up at the Specter, drifting along upside down.

"Thanks Specter, I'd appreciate it. And don't worry about identities, I don't plan on making anyone give out their secret identities anytime soon. Anyone who wants to share identities can do it among themselves, but it's not mandatory. Right now, all I really want to do is contact Black Goo and Slender Girl. They're two pretty active heroes and I feel like they're trustworthy. But I can't assume I'll just run into them and I'd really have a more discrete communication system up an running."

Terry popped out a fiddler and held it in his hand. He almost tried passing it off to The Specter before he remembered the Specter couldn't exactly hold it.

"I plan on making a few smaller versions of these and essentially turning them into pagers. All I need to do is give Loveless a heads up on twitter or something. I'll probably make an alias for fake fan club. Anyway, I send a message saying 'Hey, you should interview the Specter!' With the messengers hooked up to a server where Loveless can relay a basic message once the messengers find their intended hero and...well that's where things fall apart. Loveless can transmit what he sees, hears, and even his own thoughts altering them on the fly. So I figure his "signals" can't be traced. That solves one problem. But the main issue is how the messengers are going to exactly find who they're for."

Terry sighed and popped the fiddler back into the shoulder mount.

"Wouldn't happen to have any ideas would you?"

Frederick Rolls

"Thanks Specter, I'd appreciate it. And don't worry about identities, I don't plan on making anyone give out their secret identities anytime soon. Anyone who wants to share identities can do it among themselves, but it's not mandatory. Right now, all I really want to do is contact Black Goo and Slender Girl. They're two pretty active heroes and I feel like they're trustworthy. But I can't assume I'll just run into them and I'd really have a more discrete communication system up an running."

"Well, of course," Frederick replied. "But I assume we'd have to interact a bit more than usual, correct?" He sighed. "That means that I'd have to go through the creation of a different persona, and alter my voice, and so on."

While he didn't mind playing roles in the theatre, that was different. Doing it as the Specter would mean that he would have to remove some of the freedom he had enjoyed before, not being held down by what was appropriate for his role in society and such.

"I'll think about it, though, that's all I can promise." With a smirk, he added; "Of course, I could just go ahead and go all dramatic on people, give them an actual reason to call me the Phantom of the Opera."

That does sound kind of fun.

"Wouldn't happen to have any ideas would you?"

"I have a question, if that helps. Why would it need to be those small devices? It's certainly impressive, but wouldn't a phone or modified clock or anything that would be able to receive a signal work? If the signals from Lovelace," -he didn't notice himself using the man's actual last name- "Can't be traced, there's no reason to not rely on technology that already exists. Heck, he could just send a message on people's phones or something, though, probably not the one they use daily."

Perhaps there was something Frederick didn't see. However, to him, there was no need to complicate matters further. He wasn't bad with technology -as a matter of fact, he considered himself quite decent with it- but sometimes it was better to do it in the easiest way possible.

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Collab between Vuvu and I

Ash smiled knowingly, as Sirius's eyes darted back and forth between the painting and her.
Ah, so he actually can be shy!
Ash laughed lightly. "Hey, no need to be nervous. This is all going according to your plan, right?"

Sirius looked at her, a bit puzzled. "Plan? I don't really have a plan, I just thought that I should ask." With a strange hesitation -as if it was forced-, he kept his eyes on her. "Was it way too direct?"

Sure you didn't, Sirius.
Ash was about to call him on it, but his question threw her off.
I mean, for some people, sure, but... What's with the weird look, though?
"Well, with your 'not-a-plan', it came off as too indirect to me, really. Not that I'm exactly normal, but..."

"Oh." He was a bit unsure of what the intended message was. It was too indirect? She had understood it, hadn't she? Why did she think he had planned something?
Perhaps it seems like that because I asked her as I was painting her.
He stopped painting, and put the brush away.
"I didn't intend to ask if you wanted to go to the festival with me before I started painting you. I just asked you because it seemed like a good time to ask." His voice was a little too monotone for the words, and he added; "Give me a moment to think this through, then. I don't really know how to ask the appropriate way."

"Uh-huh..." So much for the shyness.
This is weird now. Probably would be worse if Sirius wasn't like that all the time.
"I mean, what you said wasn't bad. The backtracking wasn't helpful, though."

"I... don't really understand." He frowned, though the frown didn't reach his eyes. "Am I just messing up everything? Are you confused? Or angry?"

"It's really awkward now..." Ash commented, kind of annoyed this turned into some awkward thing somehow.
At the very least, you think he'd be more confused, or more... something, at least.

He nodded. "Yeah. I'm sorry, I... I can't feel emotions, so I'm not good with situations like this." It wasn't something that embarassed him or anything like that, but he always hesitating with telling people. Ash would probably not want to talk to him anymore. "I've never harmed anyone," he added as assurance. "I just don't feel emotions. I know that's weird, and I'm sorry that you don't like the situation."

"You can't feel emotions?" Ash asked; now, being some sort of... whatever it was that Ash was, she didn't have a normal outlook herself, but 'no emotions' could mean a lot of different things. "Not to pry, but I'm not sure I get what you mean by that."
And where does asking me out fit into that?

"The emotions that everyone else feels. I don't experience them. Happiness, anger, sadness, that sort of thing. Fear, surprise, amusement, none of those either. It's sort of... all the same." He hadn't really been asked about it like that before.

"Oh..." Ash didn't know how to feel about that, since she couldn't help but detect some dissatisfaction with the situation. She paused for long enough to be awkward, not sure what to say. "Was it always like that?"

"I've been like this since I was born. However, these last years it's been different, I've... sort of shared my father's emotions." Sirius closed his hand and opened, as he studied it. "It's an ability I've had for a while. But he's back home now, and I'm here."

"And how did that work out?" Sirius's case definitely seemed interesting before, but there definitely was something interesting about his 'sharing emotions' thing.

"I created a bond between him and me, and then I experienced emotions. It's usually preferable to nothing." There was some feelings he didn't like, and he often disconnected himself from the worst of those. "My eyes changed color too," Sirius continued, speaking as if it was nothing.

"Changed color, huh?" Hey, Ash was allowed to find that amusing -- that was her thing, dammit! (That, and the whole vaguely-an-abomination fighting thing, but whatever).

"Yeah. Oh," he added, having just remembered a somewhat important part. "Also, my other powers. They change too."

"Other powers? I didn't know you had any."

"I do. Right now I can create bonds and cancel people's powers if they get too close. I'd show you, but it'd be a little hard."

"Yeah, I probably can't do anything that it'd cancel out." It wasn't like she had a 'natural' and 'changed' form -- she turned into whatever she'd be until she changed again. "But you could change it?"

"It changes on its own. But I'd need to experience emotions." He looked at her. "If you want to see, I could share yours for a moment. You have to agree, of course, and I won't keep the bond up for longer than you feel is necessary." Sirius would be lying if he said he didn't hope she would say yes, experiencing emotions was... well, different from the regular dull nothingness.

"What would we need to do?"

"I need to have physical contact with you when I establish the bond, and you need to agree. You don't have to say anything, you just have to be willing to share emotions." He offered his hand. "Does that sound okay?"

"Heh, alright, go for it." She took his hand, waiting to see what would happen.

Closing his eyes, he held her hand for a moment. At first, she felt nothing, however, suddenly there was a presense there. It was almost impossible to notice. "There," Sirius said, voice warmer. "Done." When he opened his eyes again, they were a brilliant green. His facial expression softened as he smiled.

Ash almost missed the change within herself, but she'd felt something like it before somehow; a minor point, though, when she saw Sirius look happier because of what she'd done. The shade of green was awfully nice as well -- been a while since she'd tried green eyes for herself.

"How's it feel?"

"Warm," he said, and smiled even more. "Warm and light and energetic." Sirius was rather different from before, and stretched. He'd seem calmer before. "Do you want to see my ability now?"

Ash smiled -- he definitely looked a lot better this way, rather than the shallower facsimile that might have resulted. "Yeah, let's see it!" She stood and stretched too.

Is it rude for me to loosen myself if he's showing off his powers?

Sirius nodded. "Okay. Also, it'd be a good idea not to be surprised, since my powers change then." He levitated, flying a little above the ground. "See!" he grinned, then added; "I can do it higher, but not inside. I can also make several people fly at once."

"Of course you can fly." Ash momentarily slumped in mostly-mock jealousy. "Oh, the things I'd do if I could fly..." Momentary commentary over, she looked back over to him. "So how long do you get?"

"Long do I get?"

"Yeah, how long does the bond last?"

"It lasts until I remove it as far as I know, but it doesn't really go over a huge distance," he remarked, and landed in front of her. "I'm still connected to my father too, but he's too far away for it to work. Oh well. Did you want to try?" he said, cheerfully.

"Very much so." Ash took off her jacket, so her phone wouldn't get damaged.

While he didn't need to take her hand, he did. Then she started levitating, and he let go of her, lifting her closer to the ceiling. "How's that?" he asked. "Nice, right?"

Ash laughed. "This is fantastic!" She reoriented herself to speak more naturally to Sirius, and her smile turned into a grin. This would be so amazing to be able to do all the time. "I am so very tempted to divebomb you right now."

Sirius laughed as well. "Well, you could try, but I have a feeling it wouldn't work too well." Carefully, he got her back down. "So, how was that? You've never done something like that before, have you?" The amount of happiness he was portraying was clearly related to Ash's own good mood.

"You can feel emotions, though, that's quite amazing too."

"Yeah, I guess there's that too... But no, never been able to make myself fly before." Ash looked away momentarily, smiling mischieviously -- this wouldn't do any harm, right?
Ash looked back, her eyes now the same shade of green as Sirius's. "Never could pull off the green eyes that well either."

Sirius kept smiling, after all, he was experiencing Ash' emotions. However, he examined her eyes. "What happened to the colour?" he asked. "Can you alter your eye-colour that easily?"

Ash's grin remained. "Yeah, I've got a few things I can do as well." Any further elaboration was interrupted by Ash's phone vibrating. "Oh, hold on a second."

Why now?

Ash went over to her jacket and looked at her text -- it was Anne, saying she forgot something at home and needed Ash to get it from Anne's room-mate. "Oh, sorry, a co-worker needs me to go do something for her." Her eyes flicked back to the 'mundane' coloration.
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Sirius Hamilton

Sirius nodded, though, there was a couple of things he still wondered about, seeing as he still hadn't gotten an answer to if she did want to join him. There was also the matter of the bond, did she want him to remove it? Or could he stay like this?

I hope I can.

However, it wasn't until she went for the door Sirius finally spoke, still smiling, though the emotions sent weren't purely happy any more. Still, there certainly was enough for him to experience.

"So, about the thing I asked you about earlier... would you like to go out with me?" Sirius asked in that pleasant tone his voice had gotten. He was about to add the second thing, then, in a moment of selfishness, decided not to. If she minded, she'd probably let him know. Besides, reminding her would only ensure that she'd want to remove the bond.

Rias

"The head injury." Rias corrected as she dispelled her wings "And thanks, I can do a great many things with my powers, besides, you have no idea how much I save on gas money and car insurance by not needing a car, like, at all." Rias then checked her watch

"What ever we do, be it go to a movie or drag Tim to the hospital to get his head examined, should probably get to it cause I have an interview at 6:30" She said as she gave Tom a hug "Thanks, it means a lot that you'd go and set that up." finishing by giving him a peck on the cheek before breaking the hug and taking a step back.

Tom

"Thanks, it means a lot that you'd go and set that up."

Tom could feel himself blush as Rias hugged him then gave him a quick kiss on the cheek "No problem," he said, grinning broadly though his tone held some surprise "It was the least I could do for a friend."

He paused to consider what to do next, Tim obviously wasn't going to go to a hospital unless they dragged him but he seemed fine considering how bad the gash looked. Didn't I here somewhere that head wounds always look worse than they are? Might have been on CSI or something...

"Well.." he said, scratching the back of his head "So long as Tim is feeling ok why don't we go see a movie? We can pick one that gets out with plenty of time left for you to make the interview, and if Tim starts feeling worse I can take him to a hospital to get him checked out."

He glanced back and forth between them "How's that sound?" he said, then almost slapped his head before pulling out the article he'd printed off "Oh! Before I forget, Rias I wrote a short article for my campus paper on you, would you mind looking it over on the way to the cinema? I want to be sure I'm representing you right before I submit it, I'll drive us if you guys want."

Ash

"So, about the thing I asked you about earlier... would you like to go out with me?" Sirius asked in that pleasant tone his voice had gotten.

"Oh."

Ash stopped, turning back to regard her newly-revealed super-powered neighbor. It did seem like they hadn't ended on a note of proper closure with their discussion, at least, and Ash probably wouldn't have too much time to do so quite so soon. A friendly date sounded nice, then.

"Well, my schedule's been kind of odd lately, so I couldn't set up a day right now... but I'm sure I'll have some time during the festival week. I'll try to get a straight answer out of someone while I'm over there."

Tim Merridy

"The head injury."

"Head injuries tend to bleed a lot," Tim replied, still acting a bit childish. "But fine, if I start feeling worse, I'll let you know. Probably!"

"And thanks, I can do a great many things with my powers, besides, you have no idea how much I save on gas money and car insurance by not needing a car, like, at all."

"Yeah, no kidding!" he said, grinning. Especially so after what happened next.

"Thanks, it means a lot that you'd go and set that up."

Rias pulled Tom closer and hugged him, the other turning red. Tim, who probably should have felt like the fifth wheel just barely kept himself from laughing, Tom's reaction was too good for him to ignore it. He wasn't about to let his doppelgänger forget that for a while.

"Careful Rias, else you might boil him like a lobster," Tim said. "If he gets any more red now, he might as well be recast as a fire hydrant!" He was sure there was a movie-quote that would fit the situation, but he couldn't think of one.

If I come up with something later.

And then he'd send it as a message to Tom, just to see how he'd react.

"So long as Tim is feeling ok why don't we go see a movie? We can pick one that gets out with plenty of time left for you to make the interview, and if Tim starts feeling worse I can take him to a hospital to get him checked out."

"Sounds good, though, we should probably get going then, wouldn't want you to miss such an important event! Lead the way, minions! Evil needs to be done!" he joked -at least, half-way, he wouldn't mind some actual minions- and started walking, assuming they would follow.
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Sirius Hamilton

"Well, my schedule's been kind of odd lately, so I couldn't set up a day right now... but I'm sure I'll have some time during the festival week. I'll try to get a straight answer out of someone while I'm over there."

"Sure, let me know when you know more then," Sirius replied. "I'll make sure I'm available when you are so that it works." It was easier to see his good looks when he was this emotional, though his accent also shone through easier, certain words sounding

Sounds like she doesn't think I'm weird, then. Even if she knows about my situation.

He was even more assured by the fact that he couldn't feel any sort of dislike or annoyance through the bond. waving goodbye, he spoke a little more.

"I look forward to it! I'll finish the painting too, though..." he thought about her eyes changing colours. "I'll put a little green in the eyes too. Bye, and have a nice day!" Sirius closed the door after she had left, and went back to the painting, only to put some lids on the paint and lie down on the couch, just sort of feeling at the emotions he was receiving. He really did prefer it like this, being happy. And they were Ash's, which meant that there was another person that he could be close to now. Sirius smiled, for no other reason that he wanted to.

Rias

Rias couldn't help but giggle a little at Tom's reaction, though Tim's jokes at Tom's expense helped that as well. Tim, on the other hand was still insisting he was fine and agreed a movie was fine.

"Sounds good, though, we should probably get going then, wouldn't want you to miss such an important event! Lead the way, minions! Evil needs to be done!"

"Minion? PFF, if anything I'm the leader and your the minion. For starters, I look far better in a skin tight leather body suit left pleasantly unzipped then you." Rias said faking insult, but playing along with the joke. "Besides" Rias snapped her fingers and a fairly evil looking red throne materialized behind her. "I can has an ebil throne and stuffs!! Or any throne really ..." she said, as the throne vanished then pulled out her phone, and started searching for movie times and locations "Also, planning and stuff, also a thing I do. she said as she stepped between the two of them to show them her phones screen, on it a list of all the movies playing soon and locations of theaters "So what do we want to see?"

Tom

Tom grinned through Tim's jokes, taking it as little more than good-natured jabbing, though Tim's weird declaration of them as his minions made Tom's grin fade slightly. Rias's reply soon brought it back though, and Tom chuckled at her response.

"Minion? PFF, if anything I'm the leader and your the minion. For starters, I look far better in a skin tight leather body suit left pleasantly unzipped then you."

"Haha, that I'd like to see," he replied, his face remaining red as he spoke, briefly picturing Rias dressed in such a manner before pushing the image aside, feeling a small amount of embarrassment about it.

"So what do we want to see?"

"Hmm, why not that one? It's close by, leaves plenty of time for Rias to make it to her interview later, and I've heard its pretty good!" Tom said, pointing out a recently released action movie from the list "My cars over here if you guys are ok with me driving."

Terry

"I have a question, if that helps. Why would it need to be those small devices? It's certainly impressive, but wouldn't a phone or modified clock or anything that would be able to receive a signal work? If the signals from Lovelace, can't be traced, there's no reason to not rely on technology that already exists. Heck, he could just send a message on people's phones or something, though, probably not the one they use daily."

The Crick stopped in his tracks and stared straight ahead for a minute.

"Wow, I am an idiot..." Terry said in a moment of clarity. "I can just get a bunch of old mobile phones, hand them to the heroes, have Loveless pretty much blink and ta-da, instant communication. I figured the fiddler-messenger system would make things less obvious than just handing it off to them, but in retrospect, a bunch of flying discs probably aren't the best or most discrete mode of delivery..." Terry tapped against his helmet slightly.

"Buuut that still leaves me with the problem of actually getting it in their hands...I mean, sure, I could just go as a "not The Crick", but I doubt I'd ever really get close enough without people acting too weird about it. I should just try to meet them in public, but I honestly don't have time to explain this to every single hero that joins individually. 'Cause they're gonna want a full answer right there, in the alleyway, on the fly..I feel like this would be a lot easier if I was invisible-wait a second."

"You're stupid good at finding me, maybe you can just...drop off the phones in their back pockets or something."

Frederick Rolls

"Wow, I am an idiot... I can just get a bunch of old mobile phones, hand them to the heroes, have Loveless pretty much blink and ta-da, instant communication. I figured the fiddler-messenger system would make things less obvious than just handing it off to them, but in retrospect, a bunch of flying discs probably aren't the best or most discrete mode of delivery..."

Not really, no. I don't think there's a lot that would less discrete, as a matter of fact.

Frederick didn't speak out aloud, just shrugged -very visibly so on purpose- and leaned back, enough to be sitting in casually on nothing but air. While there were benefits to staying normal -like the sense of taste- there was nothing quite as comfortable as being able to do this kind of thing.

"Buuut that still leaves me with the problem of actually getting it in their hands...I mean, sure, I could just go as a "not The Crick", but I doubt I'd ever really get close enough without people acting too weird about it. I should just try to meet them in public, but I honestly don't have time to explain this to every single hero that joins individually. 'Cause they're gonna want a full answer right there, in the alleyway, on the fly..I feel like this would be a lot easier if I was invisible-wait a second. You're stupid good at finding me, maybe you can just...drop off the phones in their back pockets or something."

"Or, I could just find them, follow them till I know no one can listen in, and speak to them. You know... explain just what the idea is?" Frederick asked, sarcastically. What the other hero was saying was a bit nonsense, and as a mostly no-nonsense kind of guy -pranks and sarcastic jokes didn't count- Frederick felt almost annoyed. It wasn't that the Crick struck him as stupid -a bit naive, perhaps, with assuming that the heroes would agree to something that included reverse-pickpocketing them- but he was... well, he was making everything far too complicated.

"Regardless, I'll do it, just let me know when you've got what you need. Actually..." he made his arm "alive" and held it out. The dark, brown suit-sleeve and his skin-color stood against the white, almost foggy texture the rest of him had.

"Give me your phone, I'll give you my number, though, try not to read it too much or remember it, never call, just send a message when it's relevant to this, but be vague. Just write that you're ready or something like that." He lowered himself so that he was more on the Crick's height. With a sigh, he added; "Also, don't let Loveless see the number. Last thing I need is a journalist with the number to my private phone."

Not to mention, Theodore has my number, so he might recognize it.

"So, phone here, then I'll be on my way."

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Tim Merridy

"Minion? PFF, if anything I'm the leader and your the minion. For starters, I look far better in a skin tight leather body suit left pleasantly unzipped then you."

Tim stopped and turned to her.

"Hey, don't decide that on your own!" he jokingly replied. "For all you know, I could look dashing in a skin-tight body suit!" He grinned, patting his slightly chubby stomach, making it clear that he didn't actually mean that. Tim smirked even further at Tom's comment about wanting to see Rias in such a suit, though he only glanced on the lookalike in a -of course you would- manner. He then looked back at Rias.

"Regardless, there's more to a villain than looks! You need that extra bit of evil! How about partners?"

"Also, planning and stuff, also a thing I do. So what do we want to see?"

"Hmm, why not that one? It's close by, leaves plenty of time for Rias to make it to her interview later, and I've heard its pretty good! My cars over here if you guys are ok with me driving."

Tim leaned over the phone. Though he'd seen the movie earlier -as recently as last week- he nodded. "Sure, " A good movie should always be seen at least twice in the cinema, once for the plot, and once for the nuances and details that one hadn't seen the first time. "I don't know if you're a good driver or not, Tom, but at least I'll have the chance to get the cut examined at the hospital if you crash!"

Terry

"Or, I could just find them, follow them till I know no one can listen in, and speak to them. You know... explain just what the idea is?"

Terry sighed slightly. He was over-thinking all of this. All of it. And he didn't know why. Maybe he was worried about other heroes not joining and blabbing about the group every two seconds, or being angry with the idea of a bunch of random heroes acting like a "militia", or just something to that degree. All these complicated reasoning and plans gave Terry a way out, a way to just drop the whole thing if he wanted to. Which wasn't really fair in retrospect.

Plus, there was the fear that whoever was putting together this "supposed" gathering of superhuman villains would try to come after them. But in retrospect, it was pointless. Heroes fight villains and Terry was thinking too far ahead anyway. He didn't even know that much about this whole thing, only the word of one man. He needed more information, probably should start spending more time looking into that.

The Specter brought the Crick out of his train of thought.

"Regardless, I'll do it, just let me know when you've got what you need. Actually..." The Specter's arm appeared, fully in the flesh while the rest of his body remained foggy yet slightly translucent.

"Give me your phone, I'll give you my number, though, try not to read it too much or remember it, never call, just send a message when it's relevant to this, but be vague. Just write that you're ready or something like that."

The Crick reached into his pack and dug around, quickly pulling his phone out from where he kept most of his clothes and other personal items whenever he was "on the job." The Specter floated down towards The Crick and stopped.

"Also, don't let Loveless see the number. Last thing I need is a journalist with the number to my private phone. So, phone here, then I'll be on my way."

"Trust me, he won't." Terry said, turning on his phone. "And uh, thanks. Sometimes I get a bit caught up in things and end up thinking a bit too far ahead or too far sideways, if you get what I mean." He chuckled awkwardly.

"And don't worry, I'll call you when I have everything set up and legitimately need you...also, just to get this out of the way, forget whole planting-a-phone-on-them thing. That's just a bit invasive. Just tell em what's up then just offer to give them the phone if they're not comfortable giving out their information." Terry said.

"We're all 'good guys', no reason to lie to each other."

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