Once We Were Villains IC (Closed-Signups in OOC)

[CoraSpia]

Bard

I'm not an evil man really, no scratch that: I'm not an evil man whatsoever. All I wish to do is make music of the best kind, music that'll change your emotions subtly, or make you do interesting things: all for your own good of course, and well...I'll admit, a little for my own good as well. But evil? Certainly not: my biggest sin is curiosity.
I'm running down the hall, singing at my loudest and most beautiful, making guards feel drowsy and sleepy all around me...hard to shoot when you're thinking of how very very comfy the floor looks, and how you'd give anything for a nice night in a warm and cosy bed...I'm not the most important thing on your mind when that's going on...so in the end my progress was rather unimpeded down the levels of cells to the evidence lockers.

"Quite the party," I said happily, as I pushed the unprotected door open. Filia and Philip, both also syndicate members, were standing their obviously looking for their own stuff, that wouldn't be a problem. I've spoken to them a few times in the past, but I wouldn't really call them friends as they're both so much younger than me...but then again so's everyone at the moment it seems.
Forcing the rather melancholy thought out of my mind I begin to scan the lines of lockers. Their wasn't much security on mine, I'm a musician and my guitar isn't going to leap out and start fighting all on its own, but having it in my hands again felt like a return home.
I effortlessly tuned it and began to play in celebration.

Karl

Karl was staring at the few camera feeds he'd managed to get back on line. He'd already downloaded quite a lot of juicy information to the ships internal mainframes, including some information on the systems in the rock: quite advanced actually, though they weren't using his best processors. Soon they wouldn't be using any of his equipment, once he stopped selling to heroes but that was probably long in the future...right now he was focussed on making sure nothing heroic went on.
Hearing the message in his mind he sent a quick response back to Ibrahim, not sure he liked the urgency in the other mans voice.
"Ibrahim, unless they can stand Alvin and the chipmonks which is blasting through their open and uninhibited cels they should have already left," he told him. "If they can stand it, someone might have to drag them out but I consider that unlikely. Do you want me to suit up and come flying into the battle once people start getting heroic, or shall I keep monitoring camera feeds?"

[Skarten]

"And my outfit. I seriously want out of this stupid jumpsuit. It looks horrible with my hair!" Riko griped, looking at the ugly jumpsuit the guards had made her wear. "Wait, I wanna try something." She telekinetically picked up a pencil and sent it flying at a guard, hitting him point-first in the eye and causing a MASSIVE amount of screaming, especially as he wandered into the path of Filia and got ran over for his trouble. "She shoots, she scores!" Riko said, laughing.

Lee Inaba, Ronin
The Rock, Cafeteria Riot

Lee urged the celebrating Riko forward as he covered the two women from the back, as Filia opened the way, Lee would ensure it stayed open. Three guards approached, cutting him off from the other two, two wielded heavy batons and the third a taser gun. Moving at lightning speed, Lee quickly disarmed and took a baton from an off-balance guard and sent him sprawling to the floor, he then subdued the second baton-wielding guard and held the baton against his neck in front of Lee, turning him into the struck target of the taser gun.

As the second guard fell to the floor, Lee approached the final, gun wielding guard and open-hand struck the guard in the chest, sending him flying back several feet, sprawled on the floor. It seems his powers were still slowly returning, that was a shorter distance than he expected. He caught back up to Riko and Filia and mentioned as well, "I'm not leaving this place without my sword, but getting my other things wouldn't hurt either."

Filia Umbrarum AKA Lady Tenebrous

Filia Umbrarum watched as Riko used telekinesis on a pencil, sending it flying towards the guard. She grimaced a little with a cringe before giggling as she walked over him only to stop as Lee covered them. When Lee returned Filia crackled and lead the way. "Come on, hopefully they still got my ride here!" she spoke with a grin, "I'd do something nasty if they sold it."

Filia lead the two other prisoners through the chaos and fighting in the hall way, seeking the way to the lower depths of the Rock where all the prisoners belongings laid unused.. She came to a full stop when she found herself once again surrounded by guards, blocking her pathway to the stairway. However, the half-demon made a devilish grin as she got into a fighting stance. Her eyes glowed like hellfire as she felt the full essence of her power over darkness return to her completely. Filia spread out her arms and extended into long dark whips blacker than the night. The whips grew big black shadowy hands with sharp ominous claws. Before the guards could do anything, the large hands grabbed them all in a tight grip before thrusting up to the ceiling and brutally slamming them onto the floor.

Filia crackled and laugh at her work as her hands and arms shrunk to their pale white normal size. The young looking woman smiled and clicked her tongue before leading her companions, down, down the stairs and following the signs to their destination. The stairway was long, going down many, many floors till they came to floor labled E34 and a sign saying 'Evidence Lockers' pointing in the floor's direction. After a trip through a long hallway, Filia came to a stop again at a door kicked open with only key pad computer. Like at the entry way to the hall, the door was labled 'Evidence Locker'.

Filia Umbrarum looked closely into the brightly lit white room with vault-like lockers of sizes. She grinned and laughed upon recognizing him as fellow Syndicate member Philip. Filia liked Phili. He was fun in bed, but he was also bit cold and serious. "Hey, Philip!" shouted the kleptomaniac as she ran into the evidence locker room, "Did they set you up for this heck of a break in too, hansome?"

Philip Fewen,Unit 132
The Rock

Philip saw as Filia reached the room.
"Oh it's you.. And yes, i was set up for this breakout." He got back to searching his items.
It was just after some time searching that he found what he was looking for.
In one of the lockers, there were 7 crates,with different sizes.
Soon they were open, and in them, Philip's Gear was there.
His Coat,His Battle armor and mask, And even his weapons.
Sadly,though, his weapons didn't have any ammo in them.
Philip quickly put on his coat and battle armor, and strapped the guns to them.
Now i just need to get out of this place. He turned to Filia and asked
"Do you know how we'll get out of this island? And from what i remember you don't really like the sun, so it's gonna be hard to get out of here without you burning alive"

[Dyelli Beybi]

Derek W. Cooke
The Rock

Wary of the woman before him, Derek raised his weapon at the costumed villain.

While he had no intentions on firing upon the villainess, she was still an escaped convict, a potentially dangerous one at that. And so, kept his trigger finger curled around the trigger guard. It's obvious that she's a meta, but why does she have so many weapons? Does that mean her abilities lack the offensive capabilities?....

From observation alone, Derek took careful note of the bullet holes on her chest, and the fact that they didn't seem impede her in anyway. It was likely that shooting her would have no effect at all. Then there's the difference in firepower, a single handgun wouldn't stack up to an assault rifle and the other firearms on her, taking out his potential trump card in close quarter combat. Still Derek held his grounds, not wanting to abandon the Senator and the other guards that were trapped, slaughtered, and being used as objects for enjoyment. Eyes focused on Nightjar, he momentarily glances past her.

".... SENATOR MCKAY!!" This time bellowed Derek. "THIS IS S.I.D. AGENT COOKE! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!"

Letting several seconds pass, Derek finally decided on a course of action. Staring directly into Nightjar's eyes. "Ma'am, your offer sounds tempting, but how do I know this isn't a trap of sorts. Let's say I play along, what then? Are you going drag me deeper into the cell blocks? For all I know, you could turn tail and run as soon as my back is to you."

Nightjar took a moment to consider that question, "Because I can say 'please' nicely?" she suggested before shrugging, "To be honest, if I was in your position I don't think there is much that could be done to convince you I'm trustworthy. I'm obviously not licensed to be carrying these firearms and I'm probably up to something. Logically though, if I wanted to drag you into some kind of criminal torture dungeon I would have ambushed you rather than trying to strike up a conversation and convince you I'm on your side, for now. Similarly, if I was going to run, I'd have done it without talking to you. If you want a character reference, I was the one who put on the radio message trying to convince the guards not to commit suicide. Heck, I think I'm the only person in this facility trying to avoid people getting killed and I'm supposed to be one of the bad guys!"

"I might add." she continued, "That my offer is uncharacteristically altruistic of me. I am under no illusion what your people would do to me if I do help you get the Senator out, whereas if I'd avoided you entirely I'd be half-way home by now." Having said that, Nightjar did have a number of alternative exit strategies playing out in her mind, one of which revolved around the Semtex block she had tucked away in her vest pocket; it always helped to go into a situation over prepared.

Abruptly she reversed her grip on the assault rifle and (probably rather unexpectedly) handed it across to Cooke, "If you don't want me along that's fine, I'm not going to get in your way and you'll probably need this more than I do at this point. I'm hoping you have enough honour not to shoot me for at least the next two or three minutes."

[The Flutterlands]

Filia Umbrarum AKA Lady Teneborus

"Well, if I can find my suit, I won't have to worry about sunlight, Sweetie." Filia spoke with a grin as walked inside the room and looked around, "They obviously don't have my motorcycle here. So we'll have to make a trip to the garage if we can find it. After word i can ride us out of here through a portal to our HQ".

There were lots of lockers. Anyone of them could have her stuff., but she didn't know which. Filia grinned however, and stretched out her arms. She released several shadowy whips from finger tips and spread the throughout the room. The whips snuk into the cracks of each of the lockers, latching inside of them. The half-demon's grin grew more devilishly before tugging the whips as hard as she could, tearing the doors off and throwing them around the room.

Filia giggled as she looked around the room again, looking for her stuff as well as all the interesting things to steal. The woman then squeaked as she spotted a locker holding dark black suit with a ask that had pointy ears along with several other belongings. "My outfit!" Filia cried with joy as she ran to her locker and held the suit and mask in her pail white hands, "Oh how I missed wearing this!"

Filia placed the suit back into the locker and immedialty began getting undressed out of her orange jumpsuit. She stripped right down to her underclothes, not caring that the others could see her wearing only her bra and panites. Filia knew that she was very attractive enough to not mind being seen in her underclothes and two of the people in the room, Philip and Riko, the latter she showered with along with other female prisoners (lovely body Filia thought Riko had), have already seen her naked anyway. In fact, she grinned teasingly at the thought of them, being her friends actually looking at her.

No sooner after getting undressed from her prison outfit, did Filia get into the leather black suit, boots and gloves. The outfit fitted the woman quite nicely, even better than orange jumpsuit. Filia turned to her compatroits with the mask in her hands. "Shhhh." hushed the half-demon with a great big grin and a happy go lucky wink, "Don't tell anyone I'm Lady Teneborus."

Filia giggled and slid the mask on, completely concealing her face. Afterward, she, now going by the name 'Lady Tenborus' went through her locker to collect further belongings. Among such things was a bag that had supernatural properties, a grappling hook gun, as well as other tools of the thief. Once Lady Tenoborus was all set, the kleptomaniac began going through the other lockers, seeking things to steal from other villians. "Oooh! This looks interesting and shiny." said the thief, her voicd sounding mechanical yet still feminine, as she took out a golden knife with several jewels along it's blade.

[Skarten]

Filia Umbrarum AKA Lady Teneborus

"Well, if I can find my suit, I won't have to worry about sunlight, Sweetie." Filia spoke with a grin as walked inside the room and looked around, "They obviously don't have my motorcycle here. So we'll have to make a trip to the garage if we can find it. After word i can ride us out of here through a portal to our HQ".

There were lots of lockers. Anyone of them could have her stuff., but she didn't know which. Filia grinned however, and stretched out her arms. She released several shadowy whips from finger tips and spread the throughout the room. The whips snuk into the cracks of each of the lockers, latching inside of them. The half-demon's grin grew more devilishly before tugging the whips as hard as she could, tearing the doors off and throwing them around the room.

Filia giggled as she looked around the room again, looking for her stuff as well as all the interesting things to steal. The woman then squeaked as she spotted a locker holding dark black suit with a ask that had pointy ears along with several other belongings. "My outfit!" Filia cried with joy as she ran to her locker and held the suit and mask in her pail white hands, "Oh how I missed wearing this!"

Filia placed the suit back into the locker and immedialty began getting undressed out of her orange jumpsuit. She stripped right down to her underclothes, not caring that the others could see her wearing only her bra and panites. Filia knew that she was very attractive enough to not mind being seen in her underclothes and two of the people in the room, Philip and Riko, the latter she showered with along with other female prisoners (lovely body Filia thought Riko had), have already seen her naked anyway. In fact, she grinned teasingly at the thought of them, being her friends actually looking at her.

No sooner after getting undressed from her prison outfit, did Filia get into the leather black suit, boots and gloves. The outfit fitted the woman quite nicely, even better than orange jumpsuit. Filia turned to her compatroits with the mask in her hands. "Shhhh." hushed the half-demon with a great big grin and a happy go lucky wink, "Don't tell anyone I'm Lady Teneborus."

Filia giggled and slid the mask on, completely concealing her face. Afterward, she, now going by the name 'Lady Tenborus' went through her locker to collect further belongings. Among such things was a bag that had supernatural properties, a grappling hook gun, as well as other tools of the thief. Once Lady Tenoborus was all set, the kleptomaniac began going through the other lockers, seeking things to steal from other villians. "Oooh! This looks interesting and shiny." said the thief, her voicd sounding mechanical yet still feminine, as she took out a golden knife with several jewels along it's blade.

Philip saw Filia undress and put her suit on, while he finished to put his armor.
Followed by her stealing many items of the illains
"When your done dressing and stealing, WOuld you mind coming with me? I want to get out of this island before the league comes here"
He signaled for them to follow him ,as he left the room and started walking through the corridors.
Philip knew where the exit to the dock was,and itwas near the garage
The group walked for some time, without finding any guard,luckily. Probably because that area was far from any cellblock.
They then stumbled across a reinforced metal door, which leaded to the docks and the garage. From there, they could escape.
"Any idea on how to open it?" He asked.

[Xah]

"I can open that," Came the raspy voice of Wane as he nonchalantly made his way up the corridor behind the small group of escapees. Despite the availability of all the free energy, Wane's visage was already starting to deteriorate, his skin pale and his eye sockets sunken. He'd done his best to appropriate clothing, but the tattered remains of his nylon jumpsuit were still hanging off his shoulders.

Following the route of the supers now stuck at the door had been relatively easy, and certainly easier than trying to make his own way out of this maze of corridors. Additionally, being preceded by an armed group with similar intentions wasn't a bad thing. He smiled at them all, his decaying teeth yellowed with apparent age.

It's only steel, give me a minute and it'll fall out the frame" He added. Walking over to the obstructing door, he ran his fingers along the hinges, the metal almost instantly starting to flake and corrode. "Mmmm, good stuff." Wane murmured, his appearance improving already. "What's your plan once you're through here? Do you have a way off the island?"

[Kuhlfros]

Lee Inaba, Ronin
The Rock Inventory Lockers

Lee was making detailed work ensuring that the inventory locker was untouched by the guards, unfortunately, that meant he missed the sight of Filia undressing as he allowed his fists and feet negotiate with the prison guards. No one told him he needed to cover their back, Lee just knew out of assessment they needed cover.

Once he watched the group leave, Lee knew it was his turn. What he didn't expect was to be left behind while he hunted down as much of his gear as he could. His sword; check, his armor; check, his pistols; unloaded but check. That would be enough, anything else was secondary. He also snagged a map of the Rock, including the location of the Samurai's Sword, the very same blade his fellow incarcerated grandfather wielded. Lee wondered if his grandfather was free as well or if he would remain.

Suddenly he heard pounding at the door, and there isn't a good kind of that. A squadron of guards broke through the door which made Lee's hypothesis true, they left him behind, on purpose or accidentally he didn't know, but what he did know was that he would make short work of these men now that he was armed.

In less than a minute, Lee left the room, cleaning off his blade in his full armor, bloodstains could be made out through the thickened window on the door spanning across several walls.

Finding a way out was simple, one of the easiest things to memorize since he got here, he made his way down a hallway and behold the rest of the group and who else was opening the way then Entropy, Lee only remembered his grandfather calling him either entropy or Mr. Mulder back when he was still leading the Society.

Arriving at the group and not yet aware of what they were talking about, he said, "Mr. Mulder, it's been a long time, is it safe to assume the area where my grandfather is would be too secure to be decayed quickly?"

[Rynagria]

Nightjar took a moment to consider that question, "Because I can say 'please' nicely?" she suggested before shrugging, "To be honest, if I was in your position I don't think there is much that could be done to convince you I'm trustworthy. I'm obviously not licensed to be carrying these firearms and I'm probably up to something. Logically though, if I wanted to drag you into some kind of criminal torture dungeon I would have ambushed you rather than trying to strike up a conversation and convince you I'm on your side, for now. Similarly, if I was going to run, I'd have done it without talking to you. If you want a character reference, I was the one who put on the radio message trying to convince the guards not to commit suicide. Heck, I think I'm the only person in this facility trying to avoid people getting killed and I'm supposed to be one of the bad guys!"

"I might add." she continued, "That my offer is uncharacteristically altruistic of me. I am under no illusion what your people would do to me if I do help you get the Senator out, whereas if I'd avoided you entirely I'd be half-way home by now." Having said that, Nightjar did have a number of alternative exit strategies playing out in her mind, one of which revolved around the Semtex block she had tucked away in her vest pocket; it always helped to go into a situation over prepared.

Abruptly she reversed her grip on the assault rifle and (probably rather unexpectedly) handed it across to Cooke, "If you don't want me along that's fine, I'm not going to get in your way and you'll probably need this more than I do at this point. I'm hoping you have enough honour not to shoot me for at least the next two or three minutes."

Derek W. Cooke

Gesture not lost on him, Derek slowly lowered his weapon and got out of his firing stance.

Bending down to pick up the rifle, Derek looked up at her. While he understood the logic behind her words, Derek still had doubts on what her true motivations was. However, the young agent couldn't pass up the offer of assistance, especially if it would benefit the Senator and the remaining guards here. They shouldn't have to pay for his own issues. Several seconds pass and Derek had finally made up his mind. Moving over to Nightjar, presented the rifle back to her. "No need to worry about that, I make it a habit of not firing upon people who is willing to help an officer of the law... And you're right, I need help. I'd be grateful if you can give me that hand."

Extending his hand for a handshake and handing over the rifle. "I'm Cooke..... Do you have a plan?"

[Imperial--japan]

Sophia recalled how her bullets did nothing to the hero that had come and interrupted her mission. The bullets were ineffective given his speed, and he used one of the corpses as a shield in order to get closer to her. When he was in sufficient range, he lobbed the corpse at her. The method of combat was surprising. It seemed quite underhanded for a hero, but there was no time to debate the ethics of her foe. As she nimbly dodged out of the way, he tackled her through a window, and attempted to put her into a headlock as the two struggled. in the air above the courtyard.

---

"Are you okay?" He asked Seer, "Do you want to go faster?" Sophia was snapped out of her daze by question. No, she didn't want to go faster, and no she wasn't okay. However, this wasn't the time for her fears to get the better of her, especially not a fear borne by some hero almost killing her via flight long ago.

"I'll be fine...you can speed up." She muttered, not entirely confident about it, but understanding that reaching The Rock was a top priority. She wrapped her arms tightly around Gravitas' back, and as they began to take off she also wrapped her legs around his waist. Perhaps it would be seen as a 'compromising' position to some, but whatever assured her that she wouldn't fall to her death is what mattered. She'd flown with heroes before Gravitas, and most told her that she was best off clinging to her partner as tightly as she could. Something about them having to support less weight with their arms, freeing up combat abilities for those who needed to utilize their arms, and taking some off the load off the flyer.

"Just...Just promise not to drop me..." Sophia pleaded as the two began their flight. It was silly. Of course he wouldn't drop her, but hearing it from him would ease the tension.

[Dyelli Beybi]

Derek W. Cooke

Gesture not lost on him, Derek slowly lowered his weapon and got out of his firing stance.

Bending down to pick up the rifle, Derek looked up at her. While he understood the logic behind her words, Derek still had doubts on what her true motivations was. However, the young agent couldn't pass up the offer of assistance, especially if it would benefit the Senator and the remaining guards here. They shouldn't have to pay for his own issues. Several seconds pass and Derek had finally made up his mind. Moving over to Nightjar, presented the rifle back to her. "No need to worry about that, I make it a habit of not firing upon people who is willing to help an officer of the law... And you're right, I need help. I'd be grateful if you can give me that hand."

Extending his hand for a handshake and handing over the rifle. "I'm Cooke..... Do you have a plan?"

"It's a pleasure to meet you Cooke." Nightjar shook his hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world, "Now that you mention it... yes, I do have a plan."

"Not everyone in this prison will be friendly towards me but the Syndicate and Society people shouldn't attack... theoretically. So if they think you're with me it should make moving through here faster. You still look like a cop but not all cops are honest - for today you will be playing a corrupt, infatuated cop." she gave what appeared to be a cheeky grin, though it was hard to tell with the top half of her face obscured by a mask, "And don't worry, anyone who's seen me without the mask will say you've done well."

"Take a few seconds right now to loosen your tie and try to look a bit slovenly and less like an upstanding member of society. If anyone looks at either of us funny, put your arm around me and act like a jealous alpha male. You know where you're heading better than me so I'll let you give directions, but for obvious reasons its better if people see me first. Once we have your man we'll head up to the roof. It's an easy place to defend and for you to exfiltrate from."

Nightjar paused, considering if continuing was a good idea, but she needed Cooke to at least sort-of trust her for now, "Also..." she added, "It will allow me to make a break for it before one of your League guys shows up and summarily executes me. I'd rather avoid that; they might get it right this time."

"So..." she said, turning to face the direction Cooke was going. There was another pistol tucked down the back of her trousers, just in case the one at her hip and the rifle weren't enough, "Which way are we heading?"

[Bycrest]

Lisette Aveline
G.R.I.M’s Lab, Chicago

---

Felix’s drones darted to-and-from different experiments in the lab, strange and advanced pieces of equipment quietly hummed in the background. The teleporter dominated the centre of the room, monitors dutifully reporting on its status with charts and numbers that were incoherent to the young woman. Lisette appeared out of place among the wires and workbenches of the lab, her bright pink dress clashing against the dull blues and greys that dominated facility. Unable to contain her excitement as the time of the mission drew closer, she paced impatiently around the lab. Walking among the half-assembled and operating machinery, Lisette curiously poked at whatever caught her interest.

A wide smile was spread across her features, and Lisette hummed happily to herself as she gently spun a loose centrifuge. The incessant ticking of the clock, the painfully slow passage of the seconds, brought the breakout closer and closer, and Lisette could feel the anticipation gradually building in her chest. Even standing in the teleporter room, she couldn’t bring herself to stand still.

“Who do you think the League are going to send? Shaman, Colossus, Titania…” Lisette ventured, unable to maintain the torturous silence that had descended on the preparing villains. “Ooh! Maybe we’ll get to see the Commando – do you think I’ll have a chance to ask for his autograph? No, that’s silly – I’m sure he’ll have far more important things to do.” Pausing for a moment, Lisette ran a list of more probable encounters through her head. Her grin seemed to widen even further as she struck upon a favourite. “Perhaps Gravitas will be there?” The lesser known hero was a rising star, and it would be a real treat to get to see him before he hit the big-time. Lisette turned to Felix, the young man working on maintaining the teleporter. “Are you absolutely sure you don’t want to join us GRIM?” She offered him a friendly smirk. “You’ll be missing out.”

Felix Mako/ G.R.I.M.
Felix had been wondering how long it would be until the assault team would arrive at his lab, he got his answer when Lisette arrived. Ever since he met her, he wondered how she was always so giddy and happy all the time. She moved around his lab like a newborn puppy would when it gets adopted, looking and touching his various experiments. Even the thought of going against heroes had in a fit of joy. Personally Felix would rather keeping the heroes at a safe distance of about 1,000 miles in any direction. While he was confident that his technology would be far superior than anything the heroes were capable, he wasn't one for face-to-face confrontations. "No, I'm quite fine sitting here at base. I'm allergic to prisons and getting myself into completely avoidable situations like fighting heroes when I can be safe and sound in my lab." Felix responded. "Besides, I need to stay here to make sure all your molecules end up in the right order when you go through the teleporter. You don't want your head ending up on a fly's body or something like that, right? But if when you do see the heroes, tell them G.R.I.M. sends his regards along with a punch to the face."

Felix moved over to one of his newer creations that would serve alongside EXE as one of his personal guards. While EXE was great for keeping people at a distance, it didn't fair well in close range combat when Felix tested it. In fact, it pretty much had zero hand-to-hand combat proficiencies at all, I minor oversight on Felix's part. This next robot, however, would make up for that completely. Where EXE failed in close range, this new creation would excel by delivering devastating punches to anyone who got close enough. Felix was also considering installing an artificial intelligence in this one so he wouldn't have to control it as much as EXE, making it a lot easier to protect himself in the long run.

[Spindle]

William Docherty
Airspace
San Francisco

William felt Seer tense under his grip as they rose into the air, the wind rippling around their bodies as her legs swung up and fastened tightly around his waist. For a moment, the feel of body against body had his face flushing before he realised that she was sloth-clinging to him and a small laugh escaped from his lips. A moment later he felt a surge of shame as he felt Seer's breath hitch for a moment, her muscles rippling as she shifted her grip nervously. Of course she was clinging to him like that - she was just along for the ride here, powerless to do anything . She must be terrified. As if in response, she clutched a little tighter and asked him not to drop her.

"It's fine." He assured her, levelling out and spinning around so that Seer was resting on him, "I'm not going to let you fall, okay?"

It was a pain keeping the gravity in the delicate balance between keeping him up and keeping regular gravity for Seer, but he managed to keep it fairly well, settling for a slow descent, meandering smoothly around the buildings as much as possible, keeping Seer balanced on top of him as much as possibly. Craning his neck to keep an idea of which direction he was heading he increased the pull of gravity, speeding towards the island and the breakout which could be found there. As they neared the outer wall, he tightened his grip on Seer again and righted the pair, gliding in to land on the outer wall with a slight stumble. Holding onto Seer tightly for a moment more, he eventually let her go, studying her face as he did so:

"Are you okay?" He asked, "You were...tense."

[Rynagria]

Derek W. Cooke

Derek paused at her words, listening to them intently.

Although grateful for the assistance, the fact that he had to act so out of character of him, doubt bloomed at the back of his mind. He can certainly pull off looking like a cop, but has no experience in being corrupt or infatuated. During his days as a simple police officer, there was no known in the department to take bribes or abused their power, at least not publically or his knowledge. His only reference in that regard was the TV shows that he watched on his off-time, but really paying no heed to those either. As for infatuation, Derek has never been in a relationship, either too busy with his work or completely uninterested in pursuing them. Regardless, he can at the very least look the part, loosening his tie, taking off his suit jacket and hung it over his left shoulder, slouching forward slightly, and pulling out a cigarette box from his back pocket.

I guess I should just look angry, right?.... Or would looking down on them be more convincing, I guess I'll do something in the middle.

"Does this look convincing enough?" He asked out loud, eyes scanning around momentarily, making sure that none was observing them. Confident, he continued on. "Also, as long as its just putting my arm around you, there should be no problem." He pauses, doing his best to hide the fact the for the most part, has been "married" to the job and is severely inexperienced in anything intimate. "If you do anything more, I'm going to charge you with sexual assault and arrest you on the spot... Alright?"

Nightjar paused, considering if continuing was a good idea, but she needed Cooke to at least sort-of trust her for now, "Also..." she added, "It will allow me to make a break for it before one of your League guys shows up and summarily executes me. I'd rather avoid that; they might get it right this time."

"So..." she said, turning to face the direction Cooke was going. There was another pistol tucked down the back of her trousers, just in case the one at her hip and the rifle weren't enough, "Which way are we heading?"

Execute? Wouldn't that be overdoing it? At best, compliant or easily restrained inmates should just be placed back in their cells. Contemplating on the word, only to be snapped out by her question.

"The cafeteria." Concisely replied Derek, pointing towards the appropriate doors. Mind still pondering about her fate should the League get a hold of her, Derek opened his mouth as if to speak, only to cut himself short of actually talking. "You should be familiar with the place, right?"

---

Brooklynn L. Golden/Water Lily
San Francisco Bay

Trailing on the water at 45 knots on a board of ice, it shouldn't be too long before she reaches the prison. The hell hole that the League would have placed her in, had she not made a deal in order to keep her freedom. Images of her in bland jumpsuit, Hands involuntary curling into fists, a snarl began to replace the smile that she wore upon hearing the situation on the Rock. Despite the earlier excitement, she couldn't help but feel slightly angry at the prison. Maybe.... Just maybe, I'll destroy that accursed place. Once I have the opportunity....

"Yeah." She thought out loud.

While continuing to propel herself, extended a hand in front of her, water congregating into a mask. With a single touch, the item froze into a proper mask, a way to keep it up on her face the only thing missing. Reaching into her waist pack, produced a simple mask strap, combining the two together nonchalantly. It was a task that she has done many times before, whether it be before going on a mission as a member of the Society or as "member" of the League. Completed in a matter of seconds, Brook donned the false face. Now prepared to take on anything, the smile that had formerly dissipated, returned full force. Eager to face her former "co-workers", the smile grew wide into a grin, hidden by the mask.

"Let's see what you can do!" Brook shouted, as she began to rapidly approach the island. Jumping from her ice board, Water Lily's lower half was engulfed in water, using it to drive herself into the air. Clear view of her objective, manipulated the water down to an unguarded entrance. Assumption forming within her, she could only guess that it was one of the many point of exits from the Rock, forming a Javelin of ice in anticipation for any prisoners to come out.

[Dyelli Beybi]

Derek W. Cooke

Derek paused at her words, listening to them intently.

Although grateful for the assistance, the fact that he had to act so out of character of him, doubt bloomed at the back of his mind. He can certainly pull off looking like a cop, but has no experience in being corrupt or infatuated. During his days as a simple police officer, there was no known in the department to take bribes or abused their power, at least not publically or his knowledge. His only reference in that regard was the TV shows that he watched on his off-time, but really paying no heed to those either. As for infatuation, Derek has never been in a relationship, either too busy with his work or completely uninterested in pursuing them. Regardless, he can at the very least look the part, loosening his tie, taking off his suit jacket and hung it over his left shoulder, slouching forward slightly, and pulling out a cigarette box from his back pocket.

I guess I should just look angry, right?.... Or would looking down on them be more convincing, I guess I'll do something in the middle.

"Does this look convincing enough?" He asked out loud, eyes scanning around momentarily, making sure that none was observing them. Confident, he continued on. "Also, as long as its just putting my arm around you, there should be no problem." He pauses, doing his best to hide the fact the for the most part, has been "married" to the job and is severely inexperienced in anything intimate. "If you do anything more, I'm going to charge you with sexual assault and arrest you on the spot... Alright?"

"I'm not that kind of girl." Nightjar said, "Or I don't want to be... it's complicated... Just stay in character." for a moment she looked just a little bit flustered.

"The cafeteria." Concisely replied Derek, pointing towards the appropriate doors. Mind still pondering about her fate should the League get a hold of her, Derek opened his mouth as if to speak, only to cut himself short of actually talking. "You should be familiar with the place, right?"

"Umm no... I've never been here before, I try to avoid prisons. The people inside them aren't usually very nice. The criminal lifestyle probably wasn't my wisest decision in life - I don't think I'd survive ten minutes in a place like this." she joked ingenuously. Despite the fact that she liked to be the person always two steps ahead, it hadn't occurred to her that the lawman she had teamed up with hadn't already realised that they were in the middle of a break-in as well as a break-out... "I'm going to guess it was where you were heading?"

She needed corrections a couple of times to avoid wandering off in the wrong direction, though as they got deeper in there seemed to be fewer other people around... where the heck had they all got to, "I really don't like this." Nightjar hissed back at her companion, "There aren't enough people in here. I'm really hoping they've all joined forces for a big rumble in the courtyard. I think I left the 'Queen' playlist on. I sincerely hope that we've got up to 'we are the Champions' and nobody has shot the speaker..."

They rounded a corner and she stopped dead in her tracks, "Hey... is that the politician you are looking for?"

Flush with victory, and determined to put an end to the fight before it even began, Tristan followed through with his initial momentum. He launched into the remaining meta with a herculean effort, swinging the baton with all of his strength as he sought to deliver it on a direct collision course with his opponent’s skull. But before it could make contact, Tristan felt all of his forward motion vanish in an instant.

Surprised, Tristan looked to see the baton being gripped in the lizard-man’s outstretched palm. A threatening leer grew on the meta’s features as Tristan’s heart sank. He offered a half-hearted smile towards the prisoner.
“I don’t suppose we could call this one a draw?”

The meta twisted his wrist, shearing the metal baton in two, the cleaved section clanging onto the ground. Tristan looked at the flimsy stump left in his hand, sighing to himself as he did so.

Well, that's just my luck.

Tristan had been going in the opposite direction of the pair when he ran into trouble. Their running into each other was almost inevitable, though Nightjar didn't know that and the sight of him dangling in the grip of a rather large reptilian meta was not what she had expected when she rounded the corner, "Hey! Godzilla! What are you doing squandering your rescue? Put the man down and make your way quietly to the exit. The Society will take him off your hands now." she nodded to Cooke, implying he was a member as well.

She was a walking arsenal and had openly admitted to being a Society member. It would have been logical to assume she wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger, but she seemed remarkably reluctant to actually hurt anyone...

[House of Judah]

Ibrahim
The Rock

“You best come on down, Cryptos. Nightjar is off comms and I have movement at League Tower. I’ll keep them busy top side while you retrieve the prizes. Remember, the prizes are the most important, but everyone else you can get out will help our cause.” He unkeyed his mic and began making his way from the prison. Lightning crackled as he began preparing the voltage.

”Up, get you out of this place; for the Lord will destroy the city.”

The entrance ahead would lead down to the water, and with it the cooling to be able to unleash attacks well beyond the ability of the League heroes to withstand. He gave a brief thought for those among his own people who would be brought to injury this day. Unavoidable, and yet… He had no desire to harm other Metas, but would if needed. As he neared the exit, a spear of ice flew towards him. Instinctually, he unleashed a quick bolt that shattered it.

And once instinct passed came memory.

Memory of a free spirit, a comrade in disorder. They had worked together a few times, her ability to leach temperature allowing him to unleash greater voltages without fear of damaging himself. He had admired the way she embraced life. Ibrahim remembered a time she had politely rebuffed his advances. Even now he felt the lingering attraction, last felt before that Halloween day.

He breathed deep once, then stepped out into the open.

“Been some time, hasn’t it Brook?”

[Hothnia]

The Hound

Who knows?

I popped my head back out of the water. I no longer saw the flamer. That was good. And I saw Ibriham. He must of killed it. I was getting to like that guy. Almost like... Never mind. For a different time. I walked out of the water and shook my fur. I raised my head and saw a bolt of ice shot at Ibriham. Well, he was dead. Never mind, he blocked it with his own bolt. Then Ibriham spoke.

" Been some time, hasn't it Brook."

I froze. Where has I heard that name? Water lady? No. Ice lady? No. Tempetures lady? No. Something. Probably water lady. Not her. She had caused me some great pain for a good while around 6 years ago. Pain, pain and more pain. Well, at least I could get my revenge.

I ran at the " Brook" barking loudly. Or yelling. Whichever. I sprung in the air, my jaws outstretched. And I was shot. In the chest with fire. I yelped and whimpered in pain as the nails of fire spread across my body. It was kinda embarrassing. I drifted into unconsciousness, my body catching alight. ( Brooke didn't shoot him with fire. Some other thing did.)

[Rynagria]

Brooklynn L. Golden/Water Lily
The Rock, Outer Grounds

"Oh no, a lightning meta! I'm in real trouble now!" Mockingly shouted Brook, as she did an over-exaggerated show of fear. Smiling at the opponent before her, memories of the past briefly surfacing from her thoughts, identifying the individual. "If I'd know I'd run into you first, I would have brought two gallons of diluted water. Although planning isn't my strong suit anyways, don't you agree, Striker?"

Not even waiting for a response, Brook summoned a torrent of ocean water straight from the bay, dousing the most of the ground around the two of them. And while she didn't mind engaging enemies soaked by the water she controls, with an opponent that has an elemental upper hand on her, took the precaution of keeping herself dry, going as far to subtly purging the water on her skin from the trip here. Next, placing the tip of her rubber boots into the puddle, as she started to slow down the molecules of the salt water and sapped away the temperature. Ice forming, it was slower than anticipated due to the salt. Nonetheless, she showed no fear or hesitation, adopting a carefree posture in the presence of Abraham. Bringing her grin into a smile, unmasked herself in front of the man. "Ah, what's the point of this damn mask if I'll just end meeting people who already know me? I mean, what are they going to do, visit me at my house and mess me up?....... Anyways, I'm sure that you know why I'm here, so let's just get this over with. I'd like to see what the rest of you has to offer in terms of excitement."

That said, Brooklynn conjured up some more water near her.

With an attack in mind, Brooklynn formed several more ice spears around her. Suddenly, a bark briefly caught her attention, her eyes catching sight of the lunging dark mass coming her way. Defense ready, water would have intercepted the attack and submerge the dog until he got knocked out or died, either or she really didn't care. But, it seems that someone already landed a hit on the ball of fur, who burst into flames from the attack. An unusual sight, it caused Brook to burst out laughing, so much so that it caused her stomach to hurt. Clutching her stomach, she stopped herself and regained composure. A snap of the fingers, a stream of water came forth from the bay and drenched the canine to put out the fire, then focusing back on Abraham. "Well, that sure ruined the mood. Anyways, the first move is yours, Striker."

---

Derek W. Cooke
Inside the Rock

Senator not far, the only thing that stood between him and McKay was the Lizard-Man meta, the rest having dispersed upon Nightjar's announcement.

Feeling his gaze upon them, Derek took a glance at Nightjar. Stay in character. He thought, as he wrapped his arm around Nightjar, pulling her in close. Giving a death gaze at the scaled individual, he made sure that when he whispered at Nightjar, it wouldn't be audible to him and her. "I'm going to make a move....... From what I've read on his file, he's highly unstable. When with the Society, he barely showed up and when he did it was mostly for some dumb muscle. There's also records of him sending several members of your organization to local underground clinics. Lastly, he has a nasty habit of picking fights. In the short amount of time he's been here, this particular meta has gotten himself in more than fifty plus altercations with other inmates and guards. Simply put, he's not the cooperative type."

Making sure that no one else but the four of them were around, Derek made his move. Dropping his jacket to the floor, he began to walk forwards, the eyes of his target alternating between him and the jacket. "Look, I don't mind you looking, but I think you've done that enough. And for that, you're going to need a punishment."

"Oh yeah, what is a pipsqueak like you going to do about it?" The Lizard-Meta growled maliciously, dubious as to what this seemingly normal cop is capable of.

Eyes out of sight from Nightjar, Derek activated his power, irises turning into an amber color. Wanting to finish this as quick as possible, brought his power to Level 2 immediately, his irises giving a dim glow. Hands curled into fists, sent a punch capable of sending a stationary vehicles sliding across the pavement onto the Lizard-Man's gut. The impact was enough in forcing the inmate into dropping the Senator onto the floor. Not permitting for the prisoner to recover any time from the shock, followed it up with a several jabs into the same place and an uppercut to the face, requiring some jumping from Derek's part. Now knocked down to the floor, delivered a curb stomp to the scaly meta's head. "That."

Scoffing at the downed meta, Derek deactivated his abilities and addressed the Senator. "Are you alright, sir?"

[House of Judah]

Ibrahim
The Rock

Ibrahim hardened his gaze as… Water Lily prepared for her attacks. There was no time for sentimentality. A revolution must be fought. Lines would be drawn. Even if the lines separated old friends.

“I remember a time when we spoke of tearing down these walls. Now you prop them up. You’ve changed, luv. And not for the better!” the last statement was shouted as he conjured lightening and rode it across the freezing ground. He flung his hands rapidly, shooting bolts of electricity towards her. Ibrahim landed beside Water Lily and, with hands crackling with energy, he began a fierce melee. Each punch countered by water, each counter attack blocked with a crack of lightening.

“You used to be free! Now you you are just another slave to them! Another collaborator in their oppression of our people.” The fight continued until he saw an opening. Seizing it, he grabbed Water Lily and spun her around, gripping her from behind in a bear hug, holding her arms together. “I should let you know, I’ve given up that name. Abraham too. I am called Ibrahim now.”

[The Flutterlands]

Lady Tenebrous AKA Filia Umbrarum

Lady Tenebrous watched as Philip leave and smiled with a grin. Yes, the League would be logically coming here to 'save the day'. The light manipulator who captured her is part of that group. "Alright, Cutie." shouted Lady Tenebrous, as she dropped the golden knife into her mystical bag that still looked just as empty as before, "I'll meet up with you after a second.".

She returned to her srealing, snatching a few other shiny looking trinkets from the lockers. After putting them in the bag along with the knife and tying it up, she waved to Lee and Riko. "Bye guys. Meet up with us when you're done, okay?" Lady Tenebrous said with a giggle in that mechanical feminine vouce given off by her mask, "Be safe guys and have fun! Hahahahaha!"

Suddenly, after a moment of watching, Lady Tenebrous gave Lee and Riko a salute before running out to join Philip, melting into the shadows a scuttering away. She returned to her physical form and came to a stop upon finding him at the reinforced door along with someone else. "Oh, hi, Entropy." greeted the Lady in the mechinical feminine voice from a speaker within her mask, upon recognizing him, "We're gonna need to get my motorcycle from the garage."

Lady Tenebrous's sensitive 'ears' that were part of her mask twitched, detecting another presence. She turned around and smiled, waving upon seeing Lee. "Hi, Lee." Lady Tenebrous greeted, "You look great in your armor. Say, think we can make yet another trip? I want to go back to my cell and get my books back. I'm currently reading 1984 by George Orwell."

[Hothnia]

The Hound

Ouch


I woke up to my fur burning and an intense pain all around me. I looked down the beach. I had to reach the water. I stood up and tottered closer. And I collapsed four feet away from the surf. I felt a surge of anger. The terror of the night, the devil of the Great War, the Hound of Mons would not die like this! I would not die on a beach doing someone else's bidding. I had killed over 500! It would not end on the beach of a prison island. I stood up and walked into the water. Immediately the oil in my skin fell off and the fire extinguished. Well I wouldn't walk silently anymore. I saw Ibriham and Asshole* fighting each other on the beach. And a big fire meta dude behind *Asshole. I walked out the water, My eyes glowing red. Well they always glow red but this time super duper red. Or something like that.

I walked over to fire dude, standing around 20 feet away. He was cloaked in metal armor and had a flaming mask on. It looked pretty cool. He spoke in a deep gravely voice " Is the puppy lost?" I responded. " Is that all you have to say youngling? Is the puppy lost. Really, that's terrible." He rose to his full height and two fireballs ignited in his hand " It's over hound." The two fireballs flew at me. I was ready this time. I ducked under the first and rolled to the right to avoid the second. He released two more at me. I jumped over the first and scampered up a rock to avoid the second. I jumped off the top of the rock and smashed into him. I ended up sitting on top of him, The front of his armor cut open to expose his bare chest. " It's over no name." He looked at me in terror as I slit open his chest. He died quite quickly. Now time to help Ibriham. I turned to watch their battle.

[Rynagria]

Brooklynn L. Golden/Water Lily
The Rock

Struggling in his grip, Brooklynn did her best to escape without using her powers, all to no avail. Despite the seeming uselessness of the act, continued on, now beginning to shout replies to Ibrahim's statements. From the top of her lungs, yelled insincere and increasingly rage-filled apologies. "Well, I'm sorry for exercising my ability to choose! I'm sorry for choosing to be free and not end up in that hell hole of a place! I'm sorry if I want to try to be other things! I'm sorry for not rotting in the schedule of a prison!"

"Now get off me, you delusional self-proclaimed prophet!"

And with that, a rumble came from the sea, as 50,000 gallons of water crashed over the two. Holding her breath and freezing the soles of her boots to the ground, sped the up water enough to tear away the self-proclaimed meta prophet and landing right back onto the entrance he exited through. Continuing to use the water she controlled, ran it through the ice on the bottom of her soles till none remained. Finally free, calmed the waters around her, taking in large gasps of air. Once enough, turned around to face Ibrahim, any evidence of the smile she once had gone replaced by a snarl. Purging herself of water once more, addressed Ibrahim. "Last time I checked, I didn't have to fight for other people but myself, which includes "our" people. I don't belong to any group, to any ideology but my own. To do so would be a prison in its own right, so stop pigeonholing me!"

"Now get up before I kill you."

[CoraSpia]

They say that the sound before a great battle is silent, that birds forget to sing and that nature stands still for a critical moment. They say it is a haunting atmosphere, but 'they' can never truly describe it: only the person who makes the silence stop can.
The atmosphere was a beautiful thing really, a last hope that blood would not be shed in such quantities today or that the world would not change for the worse, but hope is often deluded and change does always come after these single perfect moments: so Karl Linton knew.

He was visible, a deeper, larger shadow of black set against the surroundings, and he was cutting through them like a knife through butter...but when he saw Ibrahim and water lilly fighting, he slowed and descended leisurely towards the waters surface.
He'd never really understood what had gone on between them, though he suspected that they may have been in love once: he really never got involved in that sort of thing...when you were a multi-billionaire you didn't really have to be choosy, and he pittied those who did.
"Have I really just stumbled on a domestic?" Karl asked sarcasticly in his usual northern-accented English accent, pushed out unfiltered through the suits microphones. "I hate domestics. Ibrahim, can we just get everyone out before the rest of the leagues goons show? I don't plan on fighting the league all by myself if it's all the same to you."

[Xah]

The edges of the door were rapidly turning brown and flaking off in response to Wane's efforts and he turned his head and graced the new arrivals with a smile that now had nearly all of its teeth and most of the lips. "Good to see you both," He said in his trademark croaky voice. "The places that we meet, hey?" He looked at Lee and considered his words, "Secure isn't a problem, it all depends on what the material he's contained in is." A gesture to the door in front which was now looking like it had been on a sea-going ship for several decades. "Steel is relatively easy, titanium not so much."

He stood and pushed against the door which, with a groan of protesting metals, slowly fell outwards with a resounding clang. "As much as I've enjoyed my stay, I'd quite like to get out of here, but if you want help getting the old Samurai out, I guess a detour could be arranged. Not so much for a book." He laughed a little at Tenebrous' words. "A motorcycle though. Good luck getting that off the island... unless it can fly?"

[House of Judah]

Ibrahim
The Rock

“Very well. If this is your choice, to serve them rather than be free, so be it.” Lightning snaked out from his fists and wound its way up his arms. Any will to prevent the fight was suppressed as it became clear it could not. He began the cold math.

A single milliamp of electrical current could be easily felt by a shock victim. Ten will cause the muscles the current passes through to seize and lock up. One hundred passed through the heart was sufficient to stop it beating. Current is a function proportional to resistance and inversely proportional to resistance of the current path. Under ideal circumstances, the internal resistance of the human body could rise as high as 1,000 ohms. In the presence of high voltage, the skin rapidly breaks down offering no resistance to current flow. The minimum voltage required to kill then was simple algebra. 1,000 ohms times 100 milliamps gave a minimum of 100 volts.

Ibrahim dialed it up to 120 just to be safe and began the oscillations, alternating the voltage from peak to peak and back 60 times every second, making the electricity even more lethal. He set his teeth and propelled himself forward and began the melee once more. Quick punches and kicks flew back and forth. As they fought, Ibrahim bided his time, waiting for the moment. Finally it came. A wild punch that he caught with his right arm, hooking it and holding it as his other fist connected with her shoulder. The circuit was complete. From right shoulder to left arm, the electricity flowed through his old comrade.

[Shadowwell]

The Rock

Within the Bowels of the Rock, the Lower Levels, Chameleon continued his actions to ensure the Plan would succeed. He was currently making his way to the safe room that contained the Meta responsible for maintaining the Barrier around this place. It was not a Barrier that blocked the Physical, but one that blocked the magical, as well as most forms of teleportation and instantaneous travel to or from the Rock. Removing it was needed to provide a way out, as well as a way in. The Society and the Meta's inside had been doing there job well enough, but still more was needed.

Chameleon turned a corner, his form changing as he went, to most anyways, some would still see and hear hi as who he had been, one of the Guards. HE now had the appearance of Chief Guard Johanson, who was currently occupied elsewhere. He was one of the few with access to the room he needed to go to. Soon enough he came to the room he was looking for, He nodded to the guards stationed there, who gave him a salute of sorts there. He went through the motions and unlocked the room before he entered. The scene inside shocked him, but he responded with but a chuckle.

The Meta and all his guards were dead, the Meta was impaled through the chest by a massive odachi. It went through the man and the chair he was sitting in, and into the ground. As Chameleon fully entered the room, the sword pulled itself free before it floated towards the Air vent it had entered through and left. Chameleon spoke, though it was in a voice that was entirely his own, it was strangely androgynous in nature. "Ha, even though you left us, you still look after us, don't you?"

Syndicate Stronghold

Like the others Luka, the Bloody Angel was in Felix's lab, waiting for the signal so they could do their part. Soon enough they received confirmation that the Barrier was down and they could make their way to the Rock, without ending up splattered like bugs against a Windshield. Luka nodded towards G.R.I.M. who activated teh Portal, Luka was the first to step through, he swiftly took care of the guards present at their landing point, they were too shocked to react properly.