«We Could be Heroes»

(I'm back! I probably won't be able to get on that often anymore, but I'll try!)

Ash blinked at Mikki. Her usually composed brain whirled as she tried to process everything Mikki had just fired at her in a rambling whisper. "Well, it's been obvious since that psychopath dude started carelessly decapitating people that nothing here is legal or safe for anyone else or definitely not the...organization's...enemies," she eventually managed, draping herself over a low-lying tree limb that dipped and curved up again. She always found she thought better when she wasn't completely on her feet. "But I hadn't realized we ourselves were in danger. And, hold on, what?" She tipped even farther over the branch, kicking her heels up in a contrasting gesture of relaxation. "You've been in contact with Gage this entire time?" She cocked her head sideways as she began sliding back down toward the ground like a gravitationally-challenged monkey. "How come..." Ash silenced herself before the words formed. Ha. Prior escape. What a laugh that her mind would even have considered that. "Alright, so we're racing against a shapeshifter and our own allies to find an alleged criminal that's actually a victim. Does he by any chance utilize far-reaching telepathy?" She motioned to her head with a twist of her palm. Her ankles abruptly hooked over the branch as her face neared the ground and she hung facing Mikki, swinging methodically. "Tracking someone down....and heights?" In a literal blink, Ash had completely righted herself and soundlessly landed beside the older girl. "You've got the right accomplice."

"Yeah, but he hasn't been answering." Mikki said, feeling slightly betrayed. "No, Chase isn't a telepath, but you know that Gabriel guy back at the Silence? He is. And lastly, I was thinking that I could use my telekinesis to help you and me to fly and look for Chase from above. No-Name doesn't know that I can fly."

(Can Ash fly already? Do you like that plan, or should I change it?)
 
Zen felt completely ashamed with himself. He had yet another lovely bout of passing out. Why does this always happen to me?! Especially when I'm most needed?! He looked up to see his group walking towards an ominous building. The hair on Zen's neck rose as he suddenly got a sense of something disturbing behind those doors. He could sense everybody's tension. Zen swallowed hard and plodded on boldly.
 
Misty scoffs and takes a step forward, she cracks her neck. "No point in trying to trick us" she notices a nervous glint in his eyes. "Where is the Silence" she growls.
(Is it called the Silence? I cant remember ;; )

River pulled her pistol. "Don`t lie to us." She snarled

Firestein twittled with his chain, and a bead of sweat formed on his brow. "A sound? Wha? I-I mean, there is a musical establishment around the corner. What is it with all the aggression?"

Gage took a step back. What did they really want from him? Why were they here? They had come so far since the Tenement Halls. And little Noel. He cleared his throat, "We want to know where our friends are." He asked, though his voice trembled, "And... What you have against Inhumans."

At the word 'inhumans,' Firestein's, eye twitched.
 
Dryden's eyes started glowing red as he watched the scene.

Ruby's gaze flickered toward the melting no-name, then back to the two silent people. One of them had fire in her hands. What the heck?! She gave a warning hiss.

(I'm back! I probably won't be able to get on that often anymore, but I'll try!)



"Yeah, but he hasn't been answering." Mikki said, feeling slightly betrayed. "No, Chase isn't a telepath, but you know that Gabriel guy back at the Silence? He is. And lastly, I was thinking that I could use my telekinesis to help you and me to fly and look for Chase from above. No-Name doesn't know that I can fly."

(Can Ash fly already? Do you like that plan, or should I change it?)
No-Name, now Noel, grinned down the barrel of Chase's gun. "You can't do it, can you?" She sneered. "Come on. Pull the trigger. I dare you."

Chase glared at her. His eyes were cold, trained, but his hand was unsteady. How could he hold still? When he was pointing at the mirror image of his little girl?
 

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