Of Men and Titans Book III (IC)

[Rynagria]

Steven Marshall

"I think they'll be screaming for blood anyways. They already were. With all due respects, sir, I believe in justice, and those men are offenders and should be sentenced by court. And I personally think that by not intervening or arresting any offenders in the Lower District, it'll only become a matter of time before they'll attack. They're already setting up their own militia, I've heard. I'd say that's not a very good thing."

"Yes, that is inevitable........ should I fail to successfully negotiate with them, there is no hope of ending violence and hate that idiots like you cause......... One more thing Mr. Marshall, while I commend you for you bravery and sense of justice, you are a wild card that must be dealt with. As of tonight, I am temporarily relieving you of your job until further notice, I am sorry." Replied the man, as he walked backed to his car, his escort behind him. He then closed the call without a second thought.

"Sir, why did you do that?" Asked the female agent.

"This will over soon enough." Said the man, who upon passing the ceiling light, revealed him to be the Mayor of the city.

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

''I'm sorry Sir, we really were attacked, I'm only carrying this gun for caution and its just for show since its not even loaded.''

I have to reload it when I can.



Him again.....seriously, is he also stalking me?

''What are you doing here?!'' he blurted, taking a step back.

First the knife girl, now him...

He gave out a look of discontent, combined with suspicion.

Well its not like he can hurt me, but still...

Glancing back at Quicksilver he clutched the empty gun's handle more tightly.

I'm surrounded....the cowboy seems to want to neutralize the situation...break a leg...then watch it heal.

''If you know who I am'' he said looking at Quicksilver ''Then you should know better than to threaten me. What do you want with me? Did someone put you up to this?''

We're attracting too much attention...too late to do anything about it. I could run...but couldn't get far without either getting shot or impaled, and I can't afford to slow down like this...

She was expecting some sort of shot from the newcomer, though she didn't expect it to be some sort of laser. She managed to react before the man shot at insane speed, rolling and ducking behind a car.

"No threats Sommerfield, as I said I'm just looking for a challenge. Though if you want to find out who put me up to this, i could give you a hint next time we meet..."

She wondered briefly why that girl tried to attack her, she was trying to provoke the kid not her...

She would have to look into her...

Normally he'd laugh off anyone idiotic enough to challenge him, but those striking red eyes meant business, and even though he had no fear of death he felt afraid, of her.

Am I....fearing her? he wondered. No, don't be stupid, I have nothing to fear...except being impaled by all those knives...

He remembered being locked inside an iron maiden all those centuries ago, the pain always came back every time he though about it.

[The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness]

Steven Marshall

Steven threw down the phone on his desk, and stood up. "Bad news everyone. We're not working overtime today. Turns out your favorite Detective-Inspector is going on a Holiday because some naughty folks pointed guns at him. He hopes you'll all be doing fine, and all that bullshit." He put on his coat, closed its buttons, and stepped outside of the office, walking towards his car.

[Rynagria]

"Oh relax your worryin', besides it's you who's in my continent and I'm on vacation, which means I don't Have my powers anymore." Explained Elijah, still smiling, despite the fact that Salvia was trying kill Quicksilver. He had given up on trying to settle the situation, so he just let it happened, as long as they don't destroy anything, he'll be fine.

"Want some rounds for your weapon?" He offered politely.

''You think I'm stupid! I still have by dignity than to sink for your 'charity'.''

But I'd stupider to refuse functional gun ammo. It doesn't matter...I can get by without it...

''You just stay back from me...'' he said spitefully.

But he did help me escape Cold Harbor, maybe he has good intentions....no his ulterior motive is to lower my guard...not that I think I couldn't handle it...but I know better than to trust his kind...but he's right. I can't sense his immortality...still I won't make a fool of myself.

He backed further, inching closer into the safety of his group.

He could reactivate it at will for all I know...

Staring back Quicksilver he looked at those knives which gave him goosebumps.

He hated getting stabbed, the pain he could never quite get fully used to.

"Mr. Somerfield? How about I tell you something about myself with a tour around the city, you can even bring your......... Guardian?" Asked Elijah, his smile waning, as he became more serious. Usually, he would never be able to accomplish this, but with the changes last year to their rules.....

"I'll tell you what you need to know about this place, past, present, future."

[Rynagria]

Steven Marshall

Steven threw down the phone on his desk, and stood up. "Bad news everyone. We're not working overtime today. Turns out your favorite Detective-Inspector is going on a Holiday because some naughty folks pointed guns at him. He hopes you'll all be doing fine, and all that bullshit." He put on his coat, closed its buttons, and stepped outside of the office, walking towards his car.

Hooded Phantom
The Hooded Phantom watched from atop of a building, wearing a torn maroon cloak, and wearing a different costume, a knife in hand, watching the inspector.

What's this? An unexpected development?

Without hesitating, the figure threw the knife, with it a note, reading:

I wish to have a brief interaction with you.

Please come to this address in the docks of the city harbor.

Warehouse 84, Roof.

Signed by,
HP

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

''You think I'm stupid! I still have by dignity than to sink for your 'charity'.''

But I'd stupider to refuse functional gun ammo. It doesn't matter...I can get by without it...

''You just stay back from me...'' he said spitefully.

But he did help me escape Cold Harbor, maybe he has good intentions....no his ulterior motive is to lower my guard...not that I think I couldn't handle it...but I know better than to trust his kind...but he's right. I can't sense his immortality...still I won't make a fool of myself.

He backed further, inching closer into the safety of his group.

He could reactivate it at will for all I know...

Staring back Quicksilver he looked at those knives which gave him goosebumps.

He hated getting stabbed, the pain he could never quite get fully used to.

"Mr. Somerfield? How about I tell you something about myself with a tour around the city, you can even bring your......... Guardian?" Asked Elijah, his smile waning, as he became more serious. Usually, he would never be able to accomplish this, but with the changes last year to their rules.....

"I'll tell you what you need to know about this place, past, present, future."

Something about this city...?

For a moment he was tempted...a curiosity he couldn't hide from his face. After visiting Fall Harbor he knew there was something odd about this city, more so than than the former City State of Cold Harbor.

''Sorry, but my schedule is already booked, I have a place to go. Now please, just stay away from me.''

I can't risk it, besides I really should be getting to the Upper District....but still what then? I really need to plan things here...

He looked back and Matt and Mitchell. ''We need to get away from here.''

[Saestea]

"Mr. Somerfield? How about I tell you something about myself with a tour around the city, you can even bring your......... Guardian?" Asked Elijah, his smile waning, as he became more serious. Usually, he would never be able to accomplish this, but with the changes last year to their rules.....

"I'll tell you what you need to know about this place, past, present, future."

Something about this city...?

For a moment he was tempted...a curiosity he couldn't hide from his face. After visiting Fall Harbor he knew there was something odd about this city, more so than than the former City State of Cold Harbor.

''Sorry, but my schedule is already booked, I have a place to go. Now please, just stay away from me.''

I can't risk it, besides I really should be getting to the Upper District....but still what then? I really need to plan things here...

He looked back and Matt and Mitchell. ''We need to get away from here.''

Mitchell simply nodded, then thrust his elbow into Matthew's rib.
"Ow!"
Not looking to further aggravate his twin, Matt creates a wide void above the original three, and stretches it down in front of them. Slowly, the heat from Mitchell's rage episode died down at last.
"Where to? I can only get as far as a few blocks from this place. Any farther would kill me." Matt explained flatly as the void widened. After the void disappears, a large portion of the sidewalk and a piece of a charred man go with it.

[Rynagria]

"Mr. Somerfield? How about I tell you something about myself with a tour around the city, you can even bring your......... Guardian?" Asked Elijah, his smile waning, as he became more serious. Usually, he would never be able to accomplish this, but with the changes last year to their rules.....

"I'll tell you what you need to know about this place, past, present, future."

Something about this city...?

For a moment he was tempted...a curiosity he couldn't hide from his face. After visiting Fall Harbor he knew there was something odd about this city, more so than than the former City State of Cold Harbor.

''Sorry, but my schedule is already booked, I have a place to go. Now please, just stay away from me.''

I can't risk it, besides I really should be getting to the Upper District....but still what then? I really need to plan things here...

He looked back and Matt and Mitchell. ''We need to get away from here.''

"If that is what you wish, which frankly disappoints me, I was hoping to repent for when I tied you up about two years ago. Maybe even show, that we're still human despite what we show in the surface back then...... Oh well, I hope you enjoy your stay in the city." Accepted Elijah, walking away with a frown, which was quickly lost as he gained his trademark smile. With his powers with him once again, Elijah teleported away in a flash of fire.

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

Something about this city...?

For a moment he was tempted...a curiosity he couldn't hide from his face. After visiting Fall Harbor he knew there was something odd about this city, more so than than the former City State of Cold Harbor.

''Sorry, but my schedule is already booked, I have a place to go. Now please, just stay away from me.''

I can't risk it, besides I really should be getting to the Upper District....but still what then? I really need to plan things here...

He looked back and Matt and Mitchell. ''We need to get away from here.''

"If that is what you wish, which frankly disappoints me, I was hoping to repent for when I tied you up about two years ago. Maybe even show, that we're still human despite what we show in the surface back then...... Oh well, I hope you enjoy your stay in the city." Accepted Elijah, walking away with a frown, which was quickly lost as he gained his trademark smile. With his powers with him once again, Elijah teleported away in a flash of fire.

Don't delude yourself. Neither you or I have the right to call ourselves humans.

Something about this city...?

For a moment he was tempted...a curiosity he couldn't hide from his face. After visiting Fall Harbor he knew there was something odd about this city, more so than than the former City State of Cold Harbor.

''Sorry, but my schedule is already booked, I have a place to go. Now please, just stay away from me.''

I can't risk it, besides I really should be getting to the Upper District....but still what then? I really need to plan things here...

He looked back and Matt and Mitchell. ''We need to get away from here.''

Mitchell simply nodded, then thrust his elbow into Matthew's rib.
"Ow!"
Not looking to further aggravate his twin, Matt creates a wide void above the original three, and stretches it down in front of them. Slowly, the heat from Mitchell's rage episode died down at last.
"Where to? I can only get as far as a few blocks from this place. Any farther would kill me." Matt explained flatly as the void widened. After the void disappears, a large portion of the sidewalk and a piece of a charred man go with it.

''Don't push yourself, we just need a safe distance, but bring Sal with us.''

How does he do that....with fire? Teleportation? Some kind of kinetic molecular manipulation?

[Saestea]

"If that is what you wish, which frankly disappoints me, I was hoping to repent for when I tied you up about two years ago. Maybe even show, that we're still human despite what we show in the surface back then...... Oh well, I hope you enjoy your stay in the city." Accepted Elijah, walking away with a frown, which was quickly lost as he gained his trademark smile. With his powers with him once again, Elijah teleported away in a flash of fire.

Don't delude yourself. Neither you or I have the right to call ourselves humans.

Mitchell simply nodded, then thrust his elbow into Matthew's rib.
"Ow!"
Not looking to further aggravate his twin, Matt creates a wide void above the original three, and stretches it down in front of them. Slowly, the heat from Mitchell's rage episode died down at last.
"Where to? I can only get as far as a few blocks from this place. Any farther would kill me." Matt explained flatly as the void widened. After the void disappears, a large portion of the sidewalk and a piece of a charred man go with it.

''Don't push yourself, we just need a safe distance, but bring Sal with us.''

How does he do that....with fire? Teleportation? Some kind of kinetic molecular manipulation?

Matt nodded reluctantly, then moved the group over six blocks from the scene. "Don't move just yet," Matt said a few seconds after they arrived.
"Unless you want to get sucked back in for good."
Once the void imploded completely, a large pile of rubble and a group of youths were standing there with curious people from around watching them closely. Mitchell looked down in embarrassment and muttered, "Let's just go."

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

Don't delude yourself. Neither you or I have the right to call ourselves humans.



''Don't push yourself, we just need a safe distance, but bring Sal with us.''

How does he do that....with fire? Teleportation? Some kind of kinetic molecular manipulation?

Matt nodded reluctantly, then moved the group over six blocks from the scene. "Don't move just yet," Matt said a few seconds after they arrived.
"Unless you want to get sucked back in for good."
Once the void imploded completely, a large pile of rubble and a group of youths were standing there with curious people from around watching them closely. Mitchell looked down in embarrassment and muttered, "Let's just go."

Damien's mind was preoccupied by what Elijah had told him. His Guardian?
He almost quivered in fear when he remembered the Hora he had meet in Cold Harbor.

Salvia Clement...

An immortal's sense would rarely fail them and somehow the cowboy had sensed her presence and blocking his own sense from being able to do the same.

That means she's here...after my soul...

Fear returned to him.

She has the power to take on many forms...she could be anyone for all he knew, unless she was shadowing him.

.....

He was surrounded by a crowd of people.

''Yeah'' he said lowering his head. ''Lets just go.'' He started walking.

[The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness]

Steven Marshall

Steven threw down the phone on his desk, and stood up. "Bad news everyone. We're not working overtime today. Turns out your favorite Detective-Inspector is going on a Holiday because some naughty folks pointed guns at him. He hopes you'll all be doing fine, and all that bullshit." He put on his coat, closed its buttons, and stepped outside of the office, walking towards his car.

Hooded Phantom
The Hooded Phantom watched from atop of a building, wearing a torn maroon cloak, and wearing a different costume, a knife in hand, watching the inspector.

What's this? An unexpected development?

Without hesitating, the figure threw the knife, with it a note, reading:

I wish to have a brief interaction with you.

Please come to this address in the docks of the city harbor.

Warehouse 84, Roof.

Signed by,
HP

Steven Marshall

Steven, somewhat shocked, read the note. HP. Computers? HP Lovecraft? Nah. He thought for a few moments who it could stand for. Hooded Phantom, he realised. Well, today was going to be very, very interesting... First, though, he drove to his apartment to... prepare himself.

30 minutes later

It's to the blood we sing and burn. Steven stepped out of his apartment, and walked back towards his car. Thousand blackbirds on a string return. He opened the door, and stepped inside, turning the motor on. There's a solitary sun too high. He closed the door, and drove towards the docks. Gone without the chosen one, goodbye. Rage untethered, The soul a stony desert, I'm afraid I might fade away. The song always had a penchant to stick in his head. He liked it.

As he arrived at the docks, he stepped out of the car, and walked towards warehouse 84...

[Rynagria]

Hooded Phantom
The Hooded Phantom watched from atop of a building, wearing a torn maroon cloak, and wearing a different costume, a knife in hand, watching the inspector.

What's this? An unexpected development?

Without hesitating, the figure threw the knife, with it a note, reading:

I wish to have a brief interaction with you.

Please come to this address in the docks of the city harbor.

Warehouse 84, Roof.

Signed by,
HP

Steven Marshall

Steven, somewhat shocked, read the note. HP. Computers? HP Lovecraft? Nah. He thought for a few moments who it could stand for. Hooded Phantom, he realised. Well, today was going to be very, very interesting... First, though, he drove to his apartment to... prepare himself.

30 minutes later

It's to the blood we sing and burn. Steven stepped out of his apartment, and walked back towards his car. Thousand blackbirds on a string return. He opened the door, and stepped inside, turning the motor on. There's a solitary sun too high. He closed the door, and drove towards the docks. Gone without the chosen one, goodbye. Rage untethered, The soul a stony desert, I'm afraid I might fade away. The song always had a penchant to stick in his head. He liked it.

As he arrived at the docks, he stepped out of the car, and walked towards warehouse 84...

As the Temporarily Former Inspector approached the warehouse, several men and women surrounded him, all of them wearing the common costume of the Hooded Phantom. In their hands knives and guns, behind the eye holes, eyes filled with hate and anger.

"What are you doing here?" Asked one of them.

[Coeus Prime]

Usually the malleable second-skin that Michael wore was dulled to a bland and unnoticeable grey during daylight, inconspicuous and easy to miss for the average eye, hidden again beneath thick cloaks, gloves and high boots - his helmet almost unnecessarily concealed by a hood. Now though with the moonlight about him he was revealed in all his glory as a true Huntsman.

With the cloak that had been on his shoulders throughout his journey and a symbol of his migratory status deposited at his feet, he looked out over the city with hungry eyes behind the blank, reflective visor. It had been an easy matter for him to scale the building - claw-like hands scrabbling at purchases and climbing as swiftly as a monkey - his body was stronger than most men, faster too and the metal skin felt alive and coiling atop his real skin. The gap between the buildings wasn't so far - and though the building he was on now was tall, the other rooftops were close by - he was possessed by a mad urge now, and with a chuckle twisted with a mechanical inflection he made the run, the jump and then he was bounding away across the rooftops - a lithe figure clad in metal and moonlight dancing across the city.

His limbs flowed like silver, gleaming in the night - performing acrobatic maneuvers that would not have been possible without the sublime aid of his Suit. The course across the rooftops was painted out ahead of him on the inside of his helmet - bold text in the corner of his vision that relayed useful information.

Targets Detected; 1 possible Super - distance 100 meters approx...

Nodding his agreement as his eyes caught up the aiware and spotted the figure - Michael changed course slightly and approached with lethal speed - landing heavily on a rooftop not too far away and slightly above the Hooded Phantom.

[The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness]

Steven Marshall

Steven muttered some curses under his breath, keeping one arm near his firearm just in case any of them would get fun ideas, while his other hand reached for the note that he had put in his pocket. He grabbed it, and showed it to the group. Nice costume party, lads he thought to himself.

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

Matt nodded reluctantly, then moved the group over six blocks from the scene. "Don't move just yet," Matt said a few seconds after they arrived.
"Unless you want to get sucked back in for good."
Once the void imploded completely, a large pile of rubble and a group of youths were standing there with curious people from around watching them closely. Mitchell looked down in embarrassment and muttered, "Let's just go."

Damien's mind was preoccupied by what Elijah had told him. His Guardian?
He almost quivered in fear when he remembered the Hora he had meet in Cold Harbor.

Salvia Clement...

An immortal's sense would rarely fail them and somehow the cowboy had sensed her presence and blocking his own sense from being able to do the same.

That means she's here...after my soul...

Fear returned to him.

She has the power to take on many forms...she could be anyone for all he knew, unless she was shadowing him.

.....

He was surrounded by a crowd of people.

''Yeah'' he said lowering his head. ''Lets just go.'' He started walking.

As they continued walking the thought of the demon following him plagued his mind. He was unable to sense the presence of a Hora with Matt or Mitchell so he could cross them out as suspects.

Wait...we left Sal behind...well I hope the knife girl doesn't-

Sal...Sal who?

Anxiously moving away from the crowded area, it began to get cold. He turned his head towards Matt and Mitchell.

Are they tired? A strong wind blew in his face. If we don't find a place for the night we might just have to stay overnight in the streets or in some park...Sal mentioned an abandoned area....what could that be...an aborted construction sight?

He looked around, the buildings were of mediocre quality but they were all whole.

Hmmm...maybe a warehouse...

''Hey'' he said. ''If you guys are tired we can rest for tonight and get to the Upper District tomorrow. Do you guys know of any nearby place we could stay here?''

[Rynagria]

Hooded Phantom
Hearing the newcomer land near him/her, Hooded Phantom turned towards the armored individual, tilting his head to sight on the sight. Instinct wanting to take over, Hooded Phantom pulled out a Bowie Knife from his belt, but keeping it concealed to from the stranger figure.

I have other targets to deal with, why is the man here? Hooded Phantom thought, the mask he currently wore, emulating the expression his face. Which was the look of disapproval.

Group Near Warehouse
"Answer the question, why are you here copper?! Shouldn't you be kissing the ass of some upper district mogul rather than going to here? Where the real work happens?" Said the man from the previous question.

"Maybe, he was invited here by our master?"

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

Damien's mind was preoccupied by what Elijah had told him. His Guardian?
He almost quivered in fear when he remembered the Hora he had meet in Cold Harbor.

Salvia Clement...

An immortal's sense would rarely fail them and somehow the cowboy had sensed her presence and blocking his own sense from being able to do the same.

That means she's here...after my soul...

Fear returned to him.

She has the power to take on many forms...she could be anyone for all he knew, unless she was shadowing him.

.....

He was surrounded by a crowd of people.

''Yeah'' he said lowering his head. ''Lets just go.'' He started walking.

As they continued walking the thought of the demon following him plagued his mind. He was unable to sense the presence of a Hora with Matt or Mitchell so he could cross them out as suspects.

Wait...we left Sal behind...well I hope the knife girl doesn't-

Sal...Sal who?

Anxiously moving away from the crowded area, it began to get cold. He turned his head towards Matt and Mitchell.

Are they tired? A strong wind blew in his face. If we don't find a place for the night we might just have to stay overnight in the streets or in some park...Sal mentioned an abandoned area....what could that be...an aborted construction sight?

He looked around, the buildings were of mediocre quality but they were all whole.

Hmmm...maybe a warehouse...

''Hey'' he said. ''If you guys are tired we can rest for tonight and get to the Upper District tomorrow. Do you guys know of any nearby place we could stay here?''

From the rooftops a figure stood, concealed in the darkness watching the children by themselves out at night.

Soon, you shall be greeted by a visit from vengeance.

He disappeared. But was most certainly planning on coming back.

[Qeno]

Rei's Middle District home

Rei's soul exited her body which was comfortably tucked in the bed taking up half of the master bedroom and she jumped off the mortal surface of the floor then flew past the ceiling. She watched as the insulation and shingles passed through her intangible body then stared out into the sky. The clouds were breath taking, next to the stars and the blinking lights of aircraft passing by.

'Maybe a tour of the area in my ghost form could be fine' Rei said to herself and she started to float around in the sky in a couple circles of her quiet home before gradually picking up speed then zipped away from her home heading east past several sky scrapers.

[Saestea]

Damien's mind was preoccupied by what Elijah had told him. His Guardian?
He almost quivered in fear when he remembered the Hora he had meet in Cold Harbor.

Salvia Clement...

An immortal's sense would rarely fail them and somehow the cowboy had sensed her presence and blocking his own sense from being able to do the same.

That means she's here...after my soul...

Fear returned to him.

She has the power to take on many forms...she could be anyone for all he knew, unless she was shadowing him.

.....

He was surrounded by a crowd of people.

''Yeah'' he said lowering his head. ''Lets just go.'' He started walking.

As they continued walking the thought of the demon following him plagued his mind. He was unable to sense the presence of a Hora with Matt or Mitchell so he could cross them out as suspects.

Wait...we left Sal behind...well I hope the knife girl doesn't-

Sal...Sal who?

Anxiously moving away from the crowded area, it began to get cold. He turned his head towards Matt and Mitchell.

Are they tired? A strong wind blew in his face. If we don't find a place for the night we might just have to stay overnight in the streets or in some park...Sal mentioned an abandoned area....what could that be...an aborted construction sight?

He looked around, the buildings were of mediocre quality but they were all whole.

Hmmm...maybe a warehouse...

''Hey'' he said. ''If you guys are tired we can rest for tonight and get to the Upper District tomorrow. Do you guys know of any nearby place we could stay here?''

"There are a lot, but I don't think there would a lot of vacant spots at this time of day." Mitchell said, thinking deeply.
"You know what? Why don't we just head over to that safe house from last week?" Matt suggested out of nowhere.
"It won't cost us anything, and it's a safe place." he added.
Mitchell nodded with a look satisfaction. Suddenly, he blinks and turns red with embarrassment, then gingerly searches his pockets for Damien's 10 dollars. He hands the money back after finally finding them, making apologetic gestures.
"So?" Matt grumbled again.

[The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness]

Hooded Phantom
Hearing the newcomer land near him/her, Hooded Phantom turned towards the armored individual, tilting his head to sight on the sight. Instinct wanting to take over, Hooded Phantom pulled out a Bowie Knife from his belt, but keeping it concealed to from the stranger figure.

I have other targets to deal with, why is the man here? Hooded Phantom thought, the mask he currently wore, emulating the expression his face. Which was the look of disapproval.

Group Near Warehouse
"Answer the question, why are you here copper?! Shouldn't you be kissing the ass of some upper district mogul rather than going to here? Where the real work happens?" Said the man from the previous question.

"Maybe, he was invited here by our master?"

"No, I'm here because I like to dress up like a serial killer. I showed you the damn paper. I was invited. I never liked docks, and I have no other reason to be here. And I am most definitely not a fan of having any form of sexual intercourse with someone because they are higher up the ladder of society than me, and I think it is a most outrageous thought of yours. Nows, I suggest we all behave like we have completed a form of education, with some... less rude manner. I'm here because your... "master" wants me to."

[Coeus Prime]

Though the mask of a helmet he wore was blank and left little to the imagination as to what thoughts could lie beneath his inhuman appearance, Michael was frowning slightly at the seemingly lack of reaction toward his presence. The man below him was definitely a Super - he'd decided on that much - no one dressed in such an extravagant and odd manner unless they were backed up with some firepower; the thought made him self-conscious enough to check himself and chuckle slightly at the hypocrisy. He was not too proud to laugh at himself once in a while.

The thing was though... people would usually display some measure of a reaction to him - surprise, fear or boasting foolhardy challenges or just confusion. Here there was only silence between them and though this didn't provoke outrage or haughty shock from Michael Morvent - it did provoke some confusion.

Deciding to break the silence himself - he boomed at the lonely figure bellow in a mechanically-amplified voice both rumbling and menacing like the ominous approach of a train; "Speak - will you? Offer me your name at least!"

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

As they continued walking the thought of the demon following him plagued his mind. He was unable to sense the presence of a Hora with Matt or Mitchell so he could cross them out as suspects.

Wait...we left Sal behind...well I hope the knife girl doesn't-

Sal...Sal who?

Anxiously moving away from the crowded area, it began to get cold. He turned his head towards Matt and Mitchell.

Are they tired? A strong wind blew in his face. If we don't find a place for the night we might just have to stay overnight in the streets or in some park...Sal mentioned an abandoned area....what could that be...an aborted construction sight?

He looked around, the buildings were of mediocre quality but they were all whole.

Hmmm...maybe a warehouse...

''Hey'' he said. ''If you guys are tired we can rest for tonight and get to the Upper District tomorrow. Do you guys know of any nearby place we could stay here?''

"There are a lot, but I don't think there would a lot of vacant spots at this time of day." Mitchell said, thinking deeply.
"You know what? Why don't we just head over to that safe house from last week?" Matt suggested out of nowhere.
"It won't cost us anything, and it's a safe place." he added.
Mitchell nodded with a look satisfaction. Suddenly, he blinks and turns red with embarrassment, then gingerly searches his pockets for Damien's 10 dollars. He hands the money back after finally finding them, making apologetic gestures.
"So?" Matt grumbled again.

''Don't bother'' said a voice. ''He stole that money anyway.''

A girl, about 10 or 11 was standing under a street light, near a bridge above a lake.

''But if he is who they say he is, then his value at the market will more than make up for that minuscule loss.''

Damien's eyes widened with shock. ''You...'' he gasped.

''Surprised to see me Number Ten?''

''Guys, stay back, she can-''

It was too late. A blast of water emerged from the lake and engulfed in the three, flooding the street.
Her fun wasn't over yet though. Lifting her arms into the air, the water cleared away as it was lifted up and turned into several whip-like projections.
''You always did have that fear of water since you couldn't swim, Somerfield'' she taunted watching Damien regain consciousness and cough out water.
Turning towards Matt and Mitchell she smiled. ''Hey, water beats fire'' she said before lunging several blades of water at their direction.

[Saestea]

"There are a lot, but I don't think there would a lot of vacant spots at this time of day." Mitchell said, thinking deeply.
"You know what? Why don't we just head over to that safe house from last week?" Matt suggested out of nowhere.
"It won't cost us anything, and it's a safe place." he added.
Mitchell nodded with a look satisfaction. Suddenly, he blinks and turns red with embarrassment, then gingerly searches his pockets for Damien's 10 dollars. He hands the money back after finally finding them, making apologetic gestures.
"So?" Matt grumbled again.

''Don't bother'' said a voice. ''He stole that money anyway.''

A girl, about 10 or 11 was standing under a street light, near a bridge above a lake.

''But if he is who they say he is, then his value at the market will more than make up for that minuscule loss.''

Damien's eyes widened with shock. ''You...'' he gasped.

''Surprised to see me Number Ten?''

''Guys, stay back, she can-''

It was too late. A blast of water emerged from the lake and engulfed in the three, flooding the street.
Her fun wasn't over yet though. Lifting her arms into the air, the water cleared away as it was lifted up and turned into several whip-like projections.
''You always did have that fear of water since you couldn't swim, Somerfield'' she taunted watching Damien regain consciousness and cough out water.
Turning towards Matt and Mitchell she smiled. ''Hey, water beats fire'' she said before lunging several blades of water at their direction.

Both boys were extremely tired already, and the earlier events were beginning to take their toll. Mitchell forced himself up, and glared at the girl.
"What makes you think fire's all I can use?" Mitchell snapped at her, clearly furious. The water that the girl had hurled at them evaporated into steam within seconds. In a massive fit of rage, Mitchell releases a short but powerful heat wave in her direction, then stumbles forward feeling dangerously ill. While Mitch was busy with the new foe, Matt jumped into the water, struggling to grab Damien. Unfortunately, his leg cramps from exhaustion and causes him to sink.

[Qeno]

Though the mask of a helmet he wore was blank and left little to the imagination as to what thoughts could lie beneath his inhuman appearance, Michael was frowning slightly at the seemingly lack of reaction toward his presence. The man below him was definitely a Super - he'd decided on that much - no one dressed in such an extravagant and odd manner unless they were backed up with some firepower; the thought made him self-conscious enough to check himself and chuckle slightly at the hypocrisy. He was not too proud to laugh at himself once in a while.

The thing was though... people would usually display some measure of a reaction to him - surprise, fear or boasting foolhardy challenges or just confusion. Here there was only silence between them and though this didn't provoke outrage or haughty shock from Michael Morvent - it did provoke some confusion.

Deciding to break the silence himself - he boomed at the lonely figure bellow in a mechanically-amplified voice both rumbling and menacing like the ominous approach of a train; "Speak - will you? Offer me your name at least!"

Rei passed the last sky scraper and made a small squeak as she smashed into a wall caked with glowing white water then she pushed herself off of the strange wall before floating off in a different direction. She couldn't help but hear the ominous approach of a train and soon flew towards it to find a man with a hooded figure talking to each other. She felt curious as to the man's reaction and forced herself into his consiousness to reveal her bare footed twelve year old body dressed in a pure white kimono.

Her hair appeared as if she was part of the world around her and she waited quietly.