@ChronoWolf: @Fehafare: @waybig1010101: @Justalittlegirl: [ SORRY FOR THE WAIT ]
Blinded by the light and temporarily paralysed from the cold, the Brunswick Baton was unable to pursue or capture warden or Ariana. ("Damn."), he thought to himself, before calling for backup and letting the rest of the police know of the tentacle monsters that had taken to the rooftops. Once the helicopters found them, he'd be on it.
Until then, he took to the crowd, stopping looting and clearing spaces for ambulances. One person not in need of an ambulance was Dan, who had convinced Doc to stay her needle and focus on the wounded. "You wouldn't happen to have healing powers for others, would you?" She asked him, injecting her needle into a young boy choking on his own blood, healing him as she glanced at her partner Spring, who was assisting in the maintaining of order and organising the relief effort, or what was available at the time.
As Taylor walked down the street, he tugged off his black jacket and tossed it aside, pinching a pair of headphones from a distracted teenager and putting them over his ears, smirking as he swaggered down the street.
He saw a blue-haired young man wearing a pink shirt with a bouquet of roses in his hand. Taylor wiped the fingertips of his index and middle fingers on the lipstick of a young woman as she brought it to her lips, then grabbed a bottle of perfume from a street merchant's stand with his other hand.
Approaching his target, Taylor stroked the man's neck with his left hand. [ FREE SAMPLE? ] He asked, spraying the man on the neck with the perfume before walking away.
"Ready for what?" Autumn asked Gale playfully. "I'm staying here. Somebody needs to man the fortress, otherwise anyone could walk in."
"Sure, just lemme take this." The man said, reading the text and calling the sender. "Yello? Uhuh? Really? Naaaah... Well, okay."
Hanging up, he put the phone into his pocket. "I just need to grab something from my car." He explained. "Do you two need a ride anywhere?"
He'd noticed Bryony, but was still playing dumb.
They'd been compromised.
Stepping out of her hiding spot, Bryony dragged a fire hydrant and hurled it at the man. "GET DOWN!" She shouted at Titch, before it exploded into flames.
Taylor checked his phone as he walked through a park, then hid behind two young girls as he saw Chase.
This was someone Taylor couldn't afford to be seen by. As someone capable of seeing souls, Taylor would be a walking corpse to him. Invisible to all his supernatural senses yet painfully obvious to mundane eyesight.
Unscrewing the lid of the perfume bottle, Taylor inserted a lit cigarette taken from a young woman walking her dog and screwed the cap back on. Choosing his target, Taylor planted the molotov cocktail in the hands of a teenage boy, paying him £50 to run across the road and drop it into the nearest bin
The boy took the money gladly, running through the traffic and dunking the explosive into the metal container just as the embers hit the alcoholic substance, creating a massive BANG and sending fire and glass upward.
The boy panicked and ran for it as Taylor looked at the explosion with the rest of the surprised crowd, before walking away and into an alley.
"Dammit Kermit..." Hitomi sighed, kicking the door open to let Aleister in. "He was singing like a parakeet until you butted in."
"Singing like a- I WAS INTERROGATING YOU!!" The taylorist on the floor shouted as Hitomi approached him.
"People are a lot more talkative when they think they have the upper hand." Hitomi said, placing a hand in her lap for modesty as she squatted down next to him, flexing her fingers to tighten the chords around his neck. "So, what did the big man want with little-old me anyway?"
"I'I ain't telling you nothing!" The man shouted. "You can't keep us down forever!!"
Hitomi sighed. "Yep. That's all I'm going to get out of you today." She said, flicking her wrist and dragging him into her Kaspa before standing up. "Talk to me through the door." She told Aleister, walking into her bedroom and closing the door. "I'm listening." She called to him as she started getting dressed.
"Why do you do it?" Hagane asked in the darkness.
Altair looked down at her as she lay on the floor, tied to the chair. "Do what? Fight your empire or murder your sister?"
Altair looked up. "You're still young." He said, eyes focused on the ceiling. "You haven't seen how big your tyranny extends. I've seen ledgers where whole planets get rounded to the nearest hundred because of the sheer size of it all. There are billions of planets praising your brother's name without ever seeing his face, blindly accepting the safety of the chainsword and bolter, never asking the questions that'll bring your blade to their backs."
The assassin looked down at her. "The only freedom was in piracy." He explained. "Those that escape notice because of your rounding up. Do you know what they said on one planet that was destroyed by the Orken rampage? Help is on the way."
Altair spat. "'Help Is On The Way' was my war cry." He told Hagane, who rolled her eyes.
So, they need to keep a tighter eye on the ledgers and put more focus on making sure every planet is defended. That would prevent Altair's uprising this time around.
"But that was merely the trigger." Altair explained. "In the end, freedom only comes from letting go. Any tyranny of the mind that prevents people from making that choice is something I will destroy."
Hagane glared at the anarchist, who smirked back at her.
"Or maybe I'm just an asshole who enjoys stabbing people in the back." Altair told her. "I did learn from the best."
"No trail." Rider told Summer with a glare in his eye. "How the hell does he do this?"
Looking around, the Shinodaborn-turned-assassin scanned the crowd for any clues. They were far enough away from the chaos to be in relatively normal London. In fact, the only thing that seemed to be grabbing anyone's attention was a young woman screaming at a distressed young man.
"WHO IS SHE!" She screeched, shaking his chest violently. "IS SHE PRETTIER THAN ME!?"
"N-No Caroline!" The boy insisted. "There's no other girl, I swear!"
She wiped her thumb on his neck. "Then who's lipstick is this? HUH!?" She demanded.
Rider clenched his fist. How was he supposed to focus and look for Altair with this racket going on?
As the claws came out, the young girl stumbled slightly in fear, scratching her cheek on the edges of the ice. "OW!" She screamed, stepping back with tears in her eyes, grabbing the wound as blood dripped from between her fingers.
"D-DON'T HURT HER!" The man shouted. "PLEASE! I'LL GIVE YOU WHATEVER YOU WANT, JUST LET HER GO!"
A young girl, perhaps no older than fourteen, sat on the window ledge with her cameraphone trained on Arthur. "Lily's gonna love this." She said, vaulting out the window and down to the street below.
Arthur's phone would receive an email within seconds, containing the image and the caption: "Ice Mage extorts family- Meta-Human oppression at its finest."
Ashley looked up at the entity that wrote his paycheck. No killing. "Alright." He said, reaching under his shirt to remove two daggers, a hatchet, and a handgun, before drawing a shortsword from under his collar and setting them on the table he was sitting at before handing the sketch over. "Here's our little vandals Swallow." Ashley said, trying to hide the brief moment he saw Swallower's mask slip- a term for when someone of his bloodline saw a hidden worlder's face change when they become agitated. It was a change that only occurred in the eye of the beholder, but it told him a lot of what Swallower was capable of. In this instance, he briefly saw a grey, misty head that was far too large for the body and merged with the shoulders. Its mouth was wide enough to fit Ashley's whole body in, and this lower lip almost touched his toes as he spoke.
The phenomenon was an ability of the Jagger bloodline, but it came with a weakness. Whenever Ashley saw this change occur, his own eyes would appear as hollow sockets that absorbed all light around them to whoever Ashley was looking at, as well as showing them images of whatever he saw in them. It was disturbing and often made Hidden Worlders mistake him for Death, or a demon from their nightmares.
It was, however, immensely useful in his line of work. Taking up a number of blunt instruments, Ashley cricked his neck and stood by the door. "Ready whenever you two are." He told Swallower and Malcolm.
Outside the shop, a very sneaky young man planted a mobile telephone in Alicia's pocket with all the skill and slight of any artful dodger.
Snow's request denied, he grumbled and got back to his game.
Keep these five occupied- especially Nelly. Brighteyes should be striking her house any second and Nelly needed to be where Snow could see her- safe and away from harm.
"Hey, is that a fire?" Joe asked, looking out the window.
Damn it all.
A hand touched Harold on the back as he approached the bridge. [ HEY BOSS ] He told said, handing him a large screw
Taylor smiled down at the man with visions as a hooded girl lit up a cigarette, walking away from a small sidestreet next to the bridge as it caught fire. [ MAGGIE, GOOD TO SEE YOU TOO! ]
She flicked the match onto the floor and looked at Taylor, then at Harold. "You the one who sees things?" She asked Taylor, who nodded.
[ YEP. TAYLOR HERE TOLD ME HE'D PROVE TO EVERYONE THAT WHAT I SAW WAS REAL ]
Taylor skipped over to the girl and looked at Harold, smiling.
[ WHAT SHOULD WE DO NEXT, TAYLOR? ] He asked him with delight as the flames climbed higher and higher up the bridge.