Mutants & Masterminds: The Indigo Children - [First Phase: Alpha Segment] Test: N-01

Tharra of the Katjaa · July 31, 2010

Jordan looked on Times Squares and the MiBs, shotguns and riot guns in their hands, her heart beating at a rate that would demand immediate medical care in a normal person. Sensing the putrid smell of the alley growing stronger, Jordan glanced over a shoulder, huge blue eyes wide as she noticed the levitating dumpster and its ad-hoc passenger. She was suddenly grateful she didn't have an enhanced sense of smell at the moment. We're really doing this - I've never been this... overt before. Don't freeze now. God, I hope I don't get shot.

Jordan turned to her sister, reaching up to put a hand on her shoulder and echoing Isaac's admonishment. "Stay back and get clear if we seem in trouble." She gave her a light squeeze, then stepped out of the alley like. The sharp bite of adrenaline pushed down her concerns - she had never tuned herself to such speed before.

The darkness aided her, legs blurring as she circled wide around the MiBs and the headlights of the car. The rising susurration of a city in growing panic covered the slap of her feet, the gloom concealing her greater than human pace, save for the occasional flicking light glancing of a leg or blond hair.

Slowing to a normal pace, adding a hesitancy to her steps, she approached the group of MiBs on an angle opposite the alley, keeping them between her and the rumbling car. She made no effort in hiding her movements now.

"Like, oh my God! Thank God, I've found you officers," Jordan cried, voice high and girlish and surprisingly loud in the dark. One of the men spun around in professional wariness, directing the flashlight on his shotgun towards the source of the voice. He saw a young woman, hardly more than a girl, petite and pale under the harsh glare of the incandescent flashlight. She seemed in a near panic, almost hyperventilating, raising an arm and wincing against the light. Despite her youth, the man couldn't help but notice the way her lovely chest rose and fell with her too rapid breaths.

Jordan stumbled closer, bringing all her acting talents to bear. She even managed to get a tear to roll down one cheek - though the light stabbing her night-sensitive eyes and sight of the wide barrel of his gun might have had something to do with that.

"Please sir, you gotta help me!" she pleaded, hoping the distraction would work and not result in her getting shot at point blank range. "I can't find my girlfriends and my phone won't work!" She stretched out a plaintive hand, willing the most innocent expression she could on her cute, youthful face.

Click to reveal.. (And the Oscar goes too...)

Move Action: Moved around Times Square to come at the MiBs from another direction (has a movement rate of 880 ft.)

Spending a Hero Point: Heroic Feat (Set-Up)

Distracting Looks: People meeting her for the first time who would normally be attracted to her must make a DC 17 Will Save or become Smitten. While smitten, your DCs for interaction skill checks against them are reduced by 2 per rank (-6), or your targets suffer a –1 penalty to opposed skill checks or Will saving throws per rank (-3), whichever applies. This condition lasts until they lose sight of you or a third party sways their attention away from you by doing something as simple as standing between you two or slapping her around.

Standard Action: Using Bluff to Feint in combat, and using the Set-Up feat to shift the benefits to one of Jordan's companions.

Bluff (Feint) Check: 1d20+16 = 25 Targeting MiB #2, letting Rob Blind-side him with the Dumpster.

jameson (ST) · August 1, 2010

Jordan's ample assets jounced to and fro as she run up to the militaristic mook. She laid it on thick with the standard phrases and come hither moves and was gratified to receive a mouth agape and a stuttering, stammering, reply. Turned toward her as he was he had no chance to see the dumpster hovering the air waiting to strike.

As the other three men began what was already failing to be a by-the-book orderly withdrawl one of them, armed with a rotary clip, gas powered, semi-automatic assault shotgun, stopped long enough to lay a blast into the right headlight of the only apparent operable vehicle. The shotgun thundered and the light exploded allowing the darkness to close in on the square a little more.

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Round 1

Isaac is up next, you have 48hrs.

z-Isaac Ward · August 3, 2010

Click to reveal.. (Stated intentions)

Isaac is going to hold action for now; he's waiting until he feels the dumpster hit something meaty, then he's going to drop down and attack whatever Rob hit, hoping it's the mercs and not someone's grandmother.

jameson (ST) · August 5, 2010

The soldier tried to calm Jordan down, "Miss, try to stay calm, find an out of the way place and wait there. Once the power is back on you should, and your freinds, will be fine." Though he spoke to Jordan he wasn't looking at her face but at her ample bosom.

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Round 1

Tess is up next, you have 48hrs.

z012 · August 7, 2010

Tess let go of the car, her head pounding too much to hold on to something so large. She felt out the city around them, feeling for the breakers on the streetlights. It would help both sides, but at this point she was pretty sure between the four of them that could take out these Men in Black. And keep them from shooting into bystanders in the dark.

A flick of her mind to the machine, and the streets flooded with light.

jameson (ST) · August 9, 2010

The breakers flipped and the street lights, power now restored, snapped on with the a staccato of snap-hisses as the mercury fluoride lamps ignited. Light flooded into the Square once more. Looking down the nearby streets quickly showed that the effect was localized; power was still flowing but the surge caused by Rob's EMP had tripped breaker throughout the city and damaged anything not capable of dealing with the current. One of the armored forms cursed and produced a canister from his harness. With a yank the pin was removed a thick smoke began to pour out of the end as it fell to the ground. Obscured by the smoke they continued to fall back.

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Round 1

Rob is up next, you have 48hrs.

Telluris · August 12, 2010

"Great." muttered Rob as the lights came on. It couldn't be helped, really. In fact, it was actually a pretty good plan, but Rob's innate aversion to the limelight had him wishing that they could have taken these guys with the lights out.

He shook off the headache that was the legacy of the MiB's gadget, focusing to get past the feeling of weariness that the power-fluctuation had given him. The thick smoke was a problem... or perhaps not. Considering the size of his missile, aiming it at where he figured the four men would be past the concealment should suffice. And at the very least, it would bring Isaac into high-speed play.

"I hope you know what you're doing, big guy." Rob said to the large man gripping the edges of the floating dumpster. Isaac merely glanced at him, eyes intent, so Rob grinned and shrugged. "Okay. One fastball-special-a-la-dumpster, coming up."

With that he flicked his hand, sending the large steel hulk and it's passenger hurtling towards the smoke and, he hoped, the enemy.

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jameson (ST) · August 13, 2010

Rob heaved the dumpster and its passenger into the cloud of smoke. From within came the hideous sound of a large, somewhat full dumpster hitting the concrete and pavement. A resounding gong of metal rang out short as the dumpster's contents dampened the metal. "Jesus Christ!" came the cry from within though to Rob and Tess there was no way to tell if that was a near miss or a deadly hit.

As the dumpster hit the ground Isaac's grip on the object was challenged lest he be pitched to the ground by the impact.

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Round 1

Isaac is up. You have 48 hours.

*maybe 72 as I will be busy this weekend*

jameson (ST) · August 16, 2010

The dumpster hit the ground and pitched Isaac violently forward. His grip was insufficient to hold onto the metal container and he was thrown to the ground, unable to roll with the impact. Stunned he lay on his back in a haze of white smoke.

The leader of the MiB's appeared out of the smoke and grabbed the man that Jordan had transfixed with the power of her comely appearance and well played distress. "Damnit, get your head out of the gutter and fall back!" the man yelled at his subordinate and started to pull him away, into the smoke as they retreated from the suddenly fully lit disaster scene under the cover of the obscuring clouds.

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Round 2

Jordan is up. You have 48 hours.

Tharra of the Katjaa · August 17, 2010

Shit-Fuck! This isn't going the way it was supposed to, Jordan thought, coughing a little, her hyper-metabolic state making the smoke irritate her eyes and throat. I- we can't see anything. She felt a draft across her face as the heavy steel dumpster crashed right near her. Fuck!

Jordan darted out of the concealing cloud like a hyper-active gazelle, smoke trailing from her slender shoulders and limbs. Despite her speed, it was a measured pace for her, her steps sure and quiet as she moved back and at angle. Using an abandoned car for cover, she tried to get the right angle to keep an eye on the far side of concealing cloud while still being able to see Rob and Tess at the alley mouth, so she could direct them where the MiBs were going.

Click to reveal.. (What to do? What to do?)

Move Action: Moved 100-150 feet away, to an area where she can see the alley mouth and the opposite side of the smoke cloud, so between the group, they have a fair view of the entire cloud.

Sneak Roll: 1d20+2 = 11

Standard Action: Keeping an eye out for the MiBs and ready to gesticulate where they are if she sees them. (Not sure if this really requires a Ready Action)

Notice Check, if needed: 1d20+10= 29

jameson (ST) · August 17, 2010

The man's eyes blinked behind his goggles but the girl was gone into the smoke like an apparition. He shook his head and proceeded to fall back as ordered. As soon as he broke from the cover of the smoke he broke into a run that would take him off the streets proper and into an alley.

The third MiB, shotgun at the ready, saw the dark shape of the dumpster sail by over his head, "Holy shit..." Following the sound of the dumpster he kept his eyes peeled in the smoke searching for the groaning sound of a man, possibly a teammate. As he approached he saw Isaac lying stunned. He nudged the fallen man with his foot, "Hey man, are you ok?"

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Round 2

Tess is up. You have 48 hours.

jameson (ST) · August 20, 2010

The crash of the dumpster rattled the squad member as he fell back through the smoke, realizing that the shit was hitting the fan he tried to find his unit leader. The haze of white smoke was too thick to see much beyond a few feet, "Fuck, this is FUBAR. Gotta fall back, meet the others at the waypoint." With that he turned and double timed out of the smoke, staying low, and trying to go unobserved.

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Round 2

Rob is up. You have 48 hours.

jameson (ST) · August 23, 2010

Rob did nothing.

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Round 2

Isaac is up. You have 48 hours.

z-Isaac Ward · August 25, 2010

Shoulda let go. Isaac wasn't blaming himself as much as chalking it up to a life-lesson. Next time he found himself on a cannonball-dumpster, he'd know better. There were no thoughts that he'd never find himself in that situation again; Isaac couldn't know the future. He'd ended up on a dumpster flying at high velocity in his past, and it might happen again - especially knowing Rob.

However, some greater force was being kind by having a Good Samaritan MiB. Isaac nodded to the man, the enemy. "Yeah," he rasped, "I think." He held out his hand for the man to grab and pull him up; the MiB grabbed the aloft hand and hauled instinctively. It was what you did when a guy had - by all appearances - been hit by a flying dumpster and then asked for a bit of help. You helped and reminded him to thank God for his luck later.

Despite that being what he should have done - and what would have been fine in any other situation - this turned out to be the wrong instinct. Isaac came to his feet in a killing rage, and his rise gave power to his uppercut. As he obtained vertical orientation, he lashed out with all of his formidable fighting instinct.

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Isaac's attack roll: 24 total, I hope the guy is flatfooted, but that's up to Jim.

1d20=18

Damage DC if the hit lands: 23

jameson (ST) · August 25, 2010

Isaac's rising strike landed a touch high, taking the MiB on the cheek instead of the jaw. His head snapped to the side and he fell to the ground, momentarily taken out of the real. Isaac stood over him in the billowing white suddenly feeling a touch better.

The leader of the small squad broke out of the cloud as well and made for cover, moving quickly toward the alleys and side streets where despite his appearance he could lose himself in the crowd of panicked people.

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Round 3

Jordan is up. You have 48 hours.

Tharra of the Katjaa · August 26, 2010

Click to reveal.. (Peek-a-Boo)

Notice Check: 1d20+10 = 30
With Ultravision, Jordan should be able to see the two sneaking goobers.

Goons' Notice Checks 1d20 = 13, 1d20 = 18 Spotted!

Using the bulk of an abandoned SUV to hide her petite, shapely form, Jordan kept a sharp watch on the smoke cloud, waiting for the paramilitary goons to emerge with azure eyes adjusted to pierce the gloom. Her breathing was rapid with adrenaline and a hyper-enhanced metabolism.

She inadvertently straightened when she saw first one of the MiBs exit the cloud of smoke - just the top of his head over the hoods of the stop cars - then the other, skulking straight for the supposed safety of the alleys. Jordan raised her hands, gesturing wildly to Rob and Tess still at the alley mouth, trying to pantomime where the MiBs were going on the other side of the cloud.

Unfortunately, despite her efforts, unskilled as they were, the two false S.W.A.T members saw the pretty blonde pointing accusingly at them, in a way very at odds with her previous appealingly helpless appearance. Jordan's large eyes widened, face paling in face, but her lips grew tight. They were attacking her, people like her, and had put her sister in danger. She wanted payback.

One of the MiBs had several cars between him and her, but she had a clear run to the other, near the entrance of an alley on the far side of Times Square. With a high-pitched snarl, Jordan took it, racing over the ground like a hummingbird on speed. The Agent in black fatigues barely had time to begin to bring up his weapon before he was facing a blurring flurry of small hands and feet, unskilled but precise and savage.

Click to reveal.. ( My Turn)

Free Action: Trying to indicate to Rob and Tess where the other MiBs are.

Full Action: Charing MiB #1 (+2 to hit, -2 to Defense)

Charge! 1d20+8 = 21 to hit (Damage DC 21)

Current Defense: 16 (that is including the Charge penalty)

jameson (ST) · August 26, 2010

Jordan's flurry of blows catch the MiB sergeant off guard and the series of rapid-fire strikes momentarily stuns and disorients him. Within the cloud of smoke the MiB at Isaac's feet begins to slowly regain his senses, while nearby a third exits the smoke in time to see Jordan attacking his leader. Running to assist he readies his stun gun but is unable to hit the tiny moving figure.

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Round 3

Tess is up. You have 48 hours.

z012 · August 27, 2010

Click to reveal.. (I see you!)

Tess took a deep breath. She was starting to freeze up; she'd never been in a situation like this and her heart was pounding way too fast. Then she spotted Jordan in the crowd and the shot of the stun gun coming far to close to her for comfort. I can't fight....but I can talk.

She took another breath and then moved out from the alley. She took control of any radio, car stereo, anything in range that was still working and could broadcast her words. "You're not a S.W.A.T. team. You've been trying to kidnap us. We've done nothing to you, and your stupidity is ripping the city apart. You attacked New York and her children, and you didn't even have the courage to show your face while doing it. You're cowards; cowards and criminals and murderers. We will find you. New York will have justice for what you tried to do to her and her people today. So go. Run. Hide with your masters like the vermin you are. We will find you."

It was a pretty good little speech, Tess hoped; but the waver in her voice from fear probably didn't help.

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jameson (ST) · August 28, 2010

Tess' voice emanates dozens or hundreds of speakers in the area filling Times Square with her voice and broadcasting her speech to all in the area. For a moment the square falls stangely quiet once more as the terrified civilians stop to listen. If her words made any impact on the enemy they made no indication. One of the MiB taking the opportunity slipped away at a run and vanished into an alley.

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Round 3

Rob is up. You have 48 hours.

Telluris · August 29, 2010

Rob stood, frozen with indecision for some moments as he tried to decide what to do next. The smoke. That damned smoke made it next to impossible to do his thing. He saw Jordan dash to the edge of the smoke and attack someone, her hands moving in blurs and putting the MiB on the back foot almost immediately. He worried about tossing something that guy's way in case he hit her, but that swiftly became a moot point.

A second MiB plunged out of the smoke and saw Jordan attacking one of his fellows. Drawing a taser, he charged but was unable to make contact. Still, the shapechanging girl was outnumbered two to one now.

Time to even those odds.

"Watch your backs." Rob said tersely to Jaime and Tess as he leapt upwards and propelled himself into the air over their heads, buoying himself up by magnetic fields to gain a better vantage point.

Spotting a drain-cover Rob concentrated, the smallest erg of his incredible magnetic ability more than sufficient to tear the heavy cast-iron and concrete plate up from it's socket. With a flicker of an eyelid the makeshift discus, a meter wide and weighing over 100lbs, went whirring towards the taser-wielding false-SWAT guy attacking Jordan at the speed of a rifle bullet, so fast that it left a loud whipcrack sound in the air behind it.

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jameson (ST) · August 29, 2010

The manhole cover was spent spinning through the air to impact with the MiB. The sound of bone breaking was easily audible about the sound of the impact. The man went down, instantly limp, unconscious before he hit the ground. All around people were already starting to point into the air at the man flying, hovering, above the square the one whose gesture had bade the steel disc to fly like a discus into the man's back.

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Round 3

Isaac is up. You have 48 hours.

z-Isaac Ward · August 31, 2010

"Sleepy time," Isaac growled to the dazed MiB. The man didn't even have enough time to figure out what Isaac meant before the stocky man hit him again.

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Isaac will hit him again: 27

1d20=17

Damage DC if it hits: 23

jameson (ST) · September 1, 2010

Isaac's boot lashed out and caught the prone form in the chest. His breath wuffed out of him as he fell back to the pavement. Glaring up at Isaac he said, "What're you gonna do? Huh? This smoke won't last long, then what?" The man's voice was gravely and rough like he smoked too much for too long or had an injury that affected his speech.

Outside the smoke the leader of the four men quickly assessed the situation. He spat out a curse and quickly dropped a grenade from his vest before fleeing down the alley. The tiny package exploded into a brilliant white light and a concussive boom. Jordan recovered almost instantly to find the man had disappeared somehow. Rob, still floating above the square on magnetic currents, was blinded by the grenade thought luckily still able to hear.

Further back Tess heard and saw the grenade's effect but by way of distance the explosion was no more than a firework to her. Inside the smoke cloud, glaring down at the prone figure Isaac too heard the boom and the flash illuminated the smoke for a moment.

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Combat over, we'll RP out from here

Telluris · September 2, 2010

"Christ!" Rob frantically covered his eyes with his palms as the flash blinded him. Fortunately, flying was second-nature enough for the young Indigo that he didn't need to concentrate on staying aloft, otherwise a Buick beneath him might have ended up with a new and interesting hood ornament.

Gradually sight came back to him and, blinking away the dark afterimages, the magnetokinetic descended to hover just above the stalled cars. Face still half-hidden by his bandana, he looked over at Tess and Jaime and nodded before flitting over to land next to Jordan and the broken wreckage of an MiB lying near her, body still twined with the manhole cover.

"You okay?" he asked her, voice coming from under the makeshift mask as he reached out and made a flipping motion. The heavy disc of iron and concrete flipped off the man and onto the ground with a loud clanking sound.

Tharra of the Katjaa · September 2, 2010

"Holy crap! He can fly," Jaime exclaimed softly to herself as she watched Rob hover through the air towards her older sibling. Cautiously, she began making her own way across Times Square, wanting to see for herself that Jordan and Isaac were okay. Where is he? He hasn't come out of the smoke yet.

The small, shapely teenager the shapeshifting woman(?) appeared as was looking around for her opponent, cursing her current lack of heightened senses of hearing and smell, when Rob settled down next to her, startling her and making her flinch back ten feet before she noticed who it was. Despite the fight being over, her heart was still beating frantically, her breaths coming in near pants from the adrenaline still coursing through the hyper-active body she had designed for herself. I'm not sure I like this, I'm reacting before I'm even aware of it...

"I'm okay-I'm fine-Not hurt! How about you? My sister!" Jordan said too quickly, in a high, breathless torrent. She seemed about to dash across the square to her sister, but took a hold of herself, visibly calming down and still her unconscious fidgeting. After a moment, the eerie quickness of her movements ceased, her breathing and heartbeat returning to something normal, though there was no other visible change to her appearance. She didn't want to risk changing in front of so many potential witnesses. "I'm okay, Rob, really. Thank-you for the concern."

Despite her claims, her sprightly features were pale as she looked down at the injured man at their feet. Her eyes narrowed, studying him - and his garments and equipment - intently. He was very still. "I think we should go. Now. I have to get my sister out of here, before that one guy comes back with reinforcement to get his men back." She looked up at Rob, big blue eyes worried, then turned to see the alley, looking for her sister.

z012 · September 5, 2010

Tess moved quietly behind Jamie, her dark eyes thoughtful. "Is everyone alright?" she called out, loud enough that some of the bystanders might think she was asking them.

She knelt down next to the unconscious man, checking for a pulse. "Most of the cars are fried. We'll have to walk until we get out of the....affected area."

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Telluris · September 5, 2010

"We're fine." Rob reassured Tess swiftly, his dark eyes intense but calm over the mask. His voice was equally focused, carrying to the three ladies' ears alone under the commotion in the Square. "I think I can arrange us some transport, if nobody minds flying." He looked towards the smoke cloud, then glanced over at Tess, Jaime and Jordan. "You'll probably want to stay here for a sec. I'm going to check on the big guy then we're outta here. Jordan? Do me a favor and look after Tess for a minute?"

With that he soared into the air again, propelling himself into a long arcing hop that brought him down at the edge of the smoke. He could dimly make out the bulk of cars and maybe the dumpster through the obscuring swirl, but couldn't see Isaac.

"Big guy?" he called, not wanting to use Isaac's name above a normal speaking volume as he crouched and tried to peer under the smoke. Perhaps if he could see the grenade he could flip that sucker out of here. "You okay in there?"

z-Isaac Ward · September 6, 2010

"I'm fine." The growled reply that drifted out of the smoke was annoyed. Isaac didn't really live in a world where he could be hurt, despite evidence to the contrary. If he lived in fear of injury, he'd be injuried. If he lived like he was invincible, he'd merely be hurt. The difference was largely academic, but it was the mentality that carried Isaac through whatever rose against him.

He emerged from the smoke, proud and tall, hampered only by the bound man over his shoulder. "Dunno if you want this, guys, but figured he might know something," Isaac said, gesturing to the bundle on his shoulder.

The MiB was bound with his own zip ties, which Isaac had found helpfully pre-threaded for ease of use. "We leave him or take him somewhere else for questioning?"

Tharra of the Katjaa · September 9, 2010

"You guys were awesome!" Jaime squealed as she embraced Jordan, glad to see she was okay, and still finding it odd being the bigger of the two of them. She tried to peer over Jordan's shoulder to see the man mangled by the manhole cover, but her older sibling had a frown on her cute face and firmly turned her away.

"Don't look, sis, it isn't pretty," Jordan said softly, for Jaime's ears alone. Jaime scowled but acceded to Jordan's request, giving Isaac a grin when she saw him emerge from the smoke with a shoulder-mounted MiB. Jordan's big blue eyes were considerably more wary. "I say we leave him and get outta here. His buddies might be able to trace him or something."

Telluris · September 9, 2010

"Maybe." Rob had stood up and fallen in behind Isaac as the large guy had strode out of the smoke and over to the others. "But I doubt it."

"That was a seriously powerful EMP I put out." he explained quickly. "Anything electrical or electronic is probably well and truly fried. Any car built after the 90's probably won't even start-"

"Wait..." said Jaime, interrupting with wide eyes as she looked around at the blacked-out billboards and buildings surrounding Times Square. "YOU did this?"

"Uh, not deliberately." Rob replied hastily. "Which is why we need to speak to X here. Or is it W?" He poked the hogtied MiB. "His bunch have some way of triggering our, eh, powers I guess. They overloaded me..." He waved his hands in the air as if fanning that away.

"That's not important though. Thing is, any sort of tracking device he's got on him is totally screwed now. I suggest we get out of here, take him to the top of a high place, and dangle him off the edge until he gives us a few answers or Isaac's arms get tired." Rob grinned under his mask. "Whichever happens first. I make exceptions to my normal peaceful state of mind when dicks with guns start hunting me and people like me." He looked about quickly. "Shall we go?"

"How are we going to get out of here?" Jaime asked, likewise looking around. "The roads are going to be packed."

"Roads?" Rob said, unable to resist as he gestured towards an abandoned stalled taxi. The yellow cab lifted from where it was sandwiched between other cars and floated over to them to hover a foot above the ground, the doors all popping open along with the trunk. "Where we're going, we don't need roads."

z-Isaac Ward · September 12, 2010

Isaac dumped his man in the trunk and did a check of his pockets. The feral Indigo removed anything that could aid in an escape before adding two more zip ties to his wrists and ankles. That accomplished, Isaac stepped back and let Rob close the trunk.

"Let's get out of here," he growled, his rough voice even harsher with his desire to get the hell out of here. "Metal-man... you drive. Let's just get going." He caught Jaime by the arm and guided her to the car, then waved to the others.

Tharra of the Katjaa · September 12, 2010

"I don't need help, I can walk on my own Isaac," Jaime claimed, turning from looking around Times Square for any other evidence of... well superheroes to give the rough-hewn man a stubborn look as she tried to tried to pull free. She might as well have tried breaking free of a steel shackle and gave up with a harrumph. "Fine, I'm going, I'm going."

Jaime climbed into the backseat of the hovering cab and folded her arms, but her annoyance quickly faded as she realized the was in a flying car. This is so cool!.

"This isn't going to help us keep a low profile, you know," Jordan opined, glancing at the levitating cab with an arched brow, then skipping forward quickly to catch up with Isaac's much longer strides. She climbed in the car ahead of Isaac to take a sit next to her sister, tossing a disapproving look at rugged man over her shoulder for the way he presumed to look after Jaime while she was there. However, with her currently youthful and cute face, she seemed petulant.

Seeing Jaime looking excited about taking a ride in a magnetically manipulated vehicle, Jordan sighed and urged her to keep her head down to keep a lower profile. Rob's EMP-pulse might have knocked out most of the electronics in the area, but they didn't need anyone to get a good look at Jaime that might lead the MiBs, whoever they were, back to them. Unlike her, Jaime couldn't don an anonymous face on the slightest whim.

But Jaime just stuck her tongue out at her currently tiny sister and snugged her new jacket close around her, pulling the hood low over her face. "There. This is so amazing - It's like being in a comic book for real." At trace of snark entered her voice as she glanced down at the smaller blond girl. "You're even usually built like the girls in the comics. Just wait 'til I tell Izzy about tonight."

Well, I'm not as bad as I used to be, but admittedly, when I first found out what I could do, me and Pete were a pair of teenaged boys and figured we had a perfect opportunity, Jordan thought to herself, giving Jaime an adorable scowl that made her giggle.

"You're not telling Isabella anything about tonight, okay? These aren't things you can tell just anybody about, especially not with their permission. As you can see," Jordan gestured emphatically at the darkness surrounding them, "it can be dangerous for those involved."

jameson (ST) · September 13, 2010

Tess knelt down and checked the man's pulse even as Rob flicked the manhole cover away from him. It was weak and thready; unsteady as one would expect given the horrific effects of the impact on his body. At best the man would be permanently crippled by his wounds, at worst he may well perish from shock and internal injuries. Without more thorough and detailed examination the long term prognosis was unknowable.

With power restored to the street lamps the flying car was anything but inconspicuous and despite their fears the citizen's who had not already fled found themselves staring in awe at the taxi. Some were fighting with destroyed PDAs, phones, or cameras trying to revive the damaged electronics. Others simply watched as the bound man was dumped into the trunk of the vehicle. Still others moved toward the fallen MiB, his body twisted as the human form was not meant to, blood leaking from rent skin.

z012 · September 15, 2010

Tess did her best to stabilize the man, but with no equipment and the severity of the wounds, it was hard going at best. Once she'd done as much as she could she stood up, glancing to the waiting taxi.

"Isaac, I need your help! I need you to, as gently as possible and moving him as little as possible, get this man into the back of the taxi. We're going to have to fit around him as best we can." Her voice was the firm, insistent voice found to so often in hospitals around the world and brooked no argument.

Isaac frowned and gave the small woman a look that plainly said "You're kidding, right?", but Tess stood by the man and refused to budge an inch until he was safely in the taxi. Sighing, he jumped down from the floating car and picked up the broken man with slow, careful movements. Fitting him the back of the already crowded taxi was a nightmare. People had to be shuffled around away from the back seat as much as possible; luckily with Rob on top, the entire front seat was open. Tess herself crouched down in the passenger-side back foot well, keeping a watchful eye on her new patient.

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jameson (ST) · September 15, 2010

The car flew off into the night with not a whisper of sound, it simply rose into the air and then took off flying between buildings and over others. Rob sat in the driver's seat, the wood beaded seat cover, the figure of Ganesha on the dashboard, the hackney license below the ticker all reminding him that this car was stolen. With barely perceptible gestures of his hands he directed the car away and up, and up, higher and higher they flew and the city was laid out below them. Dark. Nearly silent. It was like somebody had killed the city, the only lights being those in the immediate area of Times Square, their breakers flipped back to operation by Tess. High above the city the darkness spread out like and inky blob.

Tharra of the Katjaa · September 18, 2010

With the backseat occupied with the injured Black Ops Agent and Tess his impromptu nurse, the front-seat was a tight fit with Rob, Isaac, Jaime, and Jordan. Jordan's big, baby blue eyes widened as she found herself easily and brusquely hauled onto Isaac's lap, a decision he took upon himself on the basis that she was (currently) the smallest. She folded her arms beneath her perky bosom in a huff, not sure if she was irritated or not that Isaac's large hands on her hips felt completely impartial and didn't even attempt to wander.

Pressed against the door, Jaime smirked at Jordan's almost petulant expression. When Jordan narrowed her gaze at her, her smirk widened then she turned back to the window, squashing her face against the glass as she gazed wonderingly at the darkened city passing below the Magical Mystery Cab.

Hearing the ragged breathing behind her, Jordan twisted around in Isaac's looking over his shoulder and the seat into the back of the purloined vehicle. She worriedly nibbled on her lower lip - he didn't look good and she didn't like that they were hauling around two of the MiBs around with them now.

"What are we going to do- Where are we going to go?" Jordan asked.

"Can we get dropped off at our place? We live in-" Jaime asked excitedly, with little thought about the consequences. We're in a fucking flying car, how cool is that?

"No!" Jordan interrupted firmly, shooting her sister a scathing glance. She enjoyed her abilities, embraced them even, and liked being admired - that didn't mean she wanted people to know what she could do... and a flying car was hardly circumspect. "We are not going back home in a flying car, Jaime. We don't need the attention, at least not this kind."

Jaime grumbled and stuck her tongue out at the party-pooper but subsided, returning to her study of the city below them.

z012 · September 18, 2010

"Rob, take us to my home. This man needs an infirmary at the least and I don't want to just drop him off at a hospital." The hard edge to her voice argued against that being because she thought a hospital couldn't do any better. "Turn the lights on if you can and land on the concrete in front of the garages. Honk your horn a couple of times, too. I don't want to accidentally harm any of Isaac's pack."

She sighed, still trying to assess all of the damage to their enemy. "Just a couple of more minutes," she muttered to herself.

jameson (ST) · September 20, 2010

The taxi flew through the city quickly. Nobody was able to take in the beauty of the flight, the darkness and the quiet. Instead the flight was marked by a pall of dread. In the trunk was a man who was apparently their enemy, though mortal or not they did not know. In the car, dying a slow death that would have been agonizing had the man been conscious, was another of these Men in Black. The coppery scent of blood filled the air of the cabin until Jamie cranked one of the windows down and was sick.

The electrical system dead, turning the lights on or honking the horn were impossible and Rob settled the car about five feet from the ground and got out with Isaac to make sure the area was clear before setting the vehicle down completely. Jamie stumbled out and hugged the ground, either air travel had not agreed with her or the combination of that and the blood had driven home the acutely "not a movie" nature of the situation. After a moment she looked to her sister, "What's going to happen to him?"

Isaac, Tess, and Rob pulled the injured man from the car as gently as they could onto a metal framed stretcher that Rob was able to guide into the house and down into the facility below it where the medical facilities were far better than the back seat of a New York City taxicab.

z012 · September 21, 2010

The infirmary lit up as the petite woman covered in blood entered with a gurney and her impromptu guests trailing behind. "Rob, get the man out of the trunk and bring him down here. I have a bed with straps; we'll deal with him later." She made deft movements around the space, hooking up an IV and a blood drip into the crippled man. Her hands were shaking, the rush of adrenaline now leaving her in a crash. Not the best timing for the MiB, but such was life.

"Jordan, please take your sister out of here. This isn't something she needs to see right now. Take a left down the hallway all the way down and you'll come out on the second floor of the library." Her tone was polite but firm as she began to carefully pull the clothing away from the mangled, bleeding man and try to stem the flow of blood.

"Dammit," she cursed softly as each removed patch of cotton or kevlar revealed an impressively depressing array of injuries.

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Telluris · September 21, 2010

Rob had been silent, his own mood somewhat gloomy as the adrenaline of the fight wore off and the realisation of what he'd done sank in. The flying car-ride back should have been triumphant, or at least uplifted by the knowledge of having met and bested an enemy rather than, as before, running off with his tail between his legs. But all Rob had been able to think about other than maintaining their altitude was the dying man in the back seat. A man dying because of him.

He watched Tess as he set the floating stretcher down and she set to work, her face taut with concern for the mortally wounded man. Rob felt an irrational surge of anger towards her - Why couldn't she have just jumped into the damned flying car and not given two shits for the gung-ho, gun-wielding, baby killing Indigo hunter?

Of course, he knew the answer, and his anger subsided under the cold, sick feeling that replaced it. It just didn't help to know that he would have given two shits as soon as they were safe, that he would know that the man was dead or crippled because of him. Even if the dude was an asshole, it wasn't the best of feelings to yet again be responsible for someone dying.

And what about the blackout? How many people are going to get hurt or die because of that? Rob's blood ran colder still as he stared unseeing at the operating table. Great idea, Robbie. Run away from Bumfuck, The Middle o' Nowhere where the worst you could do is stop the cows getting their cable and come to good ol' NYC, where a slip-up could cause property damage and loss of life equivalent to a- His blood froze, and Rob felt a sickening lurch in his stomach as though Isaac had punched him in the gut.

"Oh fuck!" When the others looked at him the young man's face was colorless, eyes wide in shock. "La Guardia. The fucking airport. It's in Queens, and that's only 9 fucking miles from Times fucking Square!" He wiped his hand over his face, then shook his head as though waking up. His face was ghastly pale, making his dark brown eyes seem like pits of shadow. He turned to the doorway, his voice brittle as he glanced over his shoulder at the others.

"I've got to get out there. Maybe I can... fuck... I gotta go!"

With that he ran.

Mutants & Masterminds: The Indigo Children - [First Phase: Alpha Segment] Test: N-01

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