«We Could Be Legends»

[Rose Quartz]

Zachary and his van mate Jon, strode confidently through the hall that only yesterday had been filled with fighting and death, luckily they had managed to turn on the false wall projector before the police had made an appearance.

He made several turns in the labyrinth of hallways.

He stopped and knocked loudly on a plain grey door. "Come in." Came a strangely hissing voice from inside. He gave Jon a quick smile before pushing the door open and stepping inside.

"Sir, we were watching that inhumans house and they said where the key is." He said loudly, too excited to contain himself. The older man sitting at the desk glared at him snake like eyes burning. "They said it's in a bank! And some girl named Brisa has the key to get it." He couldn't stop himself from grinning they'd been searching high and low for this for so long a lot of people were starting to think it didn't exist anymore. And he was the one to finally find it.

"Which bank?" The Snake man responded, his voice flat and cold. Zachary blinked, his smile slowly fading.

"Uhhh," Jon shifted his feet standing next to him.

"You said you knew where it was." Jon whispered. Zachary let out a nervous chuckle.

"Yeah, uhm, it's at a bank... in town, aaaand, umm, B-Brisa has access to it."

An unimpressed eyebrow was arched, but otherwise the solemn emotionless face remained blank. "And, you have this girl, Brisa, with you?" Zachary stood open mouthed all the eyes in the room on him.

"N-no." He answered grimacing at the word. "But I know what she looks like."

"Then you better go find her." He growled. Zachary nodded, smiling nervously.

"y-yes, of course sir!"

 

[FrankieDoodle]

Ash awkwardly furled a wayward strand of hair around her finger. There'd always been a restricting shroud of disappointment and rue over every one of the Davises. "Regrets both behind and before us, we're all here now," she declared softly, yet strongly.
Thomas and Tayn aren't.
Ash nearly choked on her coffee.

Jenna smiled at her. "We should leave now. We need to meet the others before they get worried." She said, grabbing her keys and getting into the drivers seat of her car. She sat her cup of coffee into the cup holder, and started the engine.

 

[HeavensHens88]

Jenna smiled at her. "We should leave now. We need to meet the others before they get worried." She said, grabbing her keys and getting into the drivers seat of her car. She sat her cup of coffee into the cup holder, and started the engine.

Perfect coffee in hand, Ash grabbed Connor's nearest arm in her remaining hand and raced out the door after Jenna.
Upon reaching the open minivan, she got into the next available seat and expectantly patted the seat beside her. After Connor had worked his giraffe self into the car, he plopped down. His coffee was held at arm's length, out of all harm's way.

"Hey, what about work?" he wondered abruptly and fixed worried eyes on his wife.
"I called off for both of us," Ash supplied calmly.
"Oh." Connor fell silent and pulled his arm closer to revisit the ancient, awakening ritual of staring down into one's coffee.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Alice slumpped in the back seat of Wolrams car breifly looking at the SUV still parked next to them wondering if maybe they should that that one instead. Maybe there'd be a radio or something, maybe weapons, but she wasn't going to say anything no one was really in any shape to drive. Except maybe Taylor, but she had already slid into the seat next to her.



"I told Camilla to meet us at the park with the key." She said stopping to yawn. "But that might take a while for them to get. If you're worried about your friend we could go look for her and make sure she's safe." Alice clipped her seat buckle on and then leaned her head against the door, closing her eyes. It was at least a half hour drive back to town even with wolfram speeding and she needed sleep.

River whirled on Alice, eyes wide. "You did what? You told Camilla, your brash and currently emotionally unstable and grieving little sister, to round up the group of equally brash and grieving teenagers and three unstable adults to go get a poison, trusting them to not be ambushed by the Pure and lose the poison that can kill over half of earth's population, without us?! Please tell me you're joking, Alice."

Alice frowned eyes shut, opening one eye to look at River who was in the front. "They're not stupid. Besides we have a plan. It makes sense for us to meet them with the crystals after they have they key. It'll take time for them to get it and it'll take time for us to get back to town." It made sense to her to do it that way. It's not like they didnt have special powers, what help would healing or being able to transform into a cat do? When there were wyverns and teleporters and telekinetics already there. "It'll be fine." She said closing her eyes again.

"Actually, contrary to apparently common belief, your sister isn't experienced in dodging suicidal gangs, neither is the rest of them. And... Never mind. Wolfram, drive."

Wolfram flinched as Taylor opened the car door, hopping inside. "You heard the women, Wolfram! Drive."
Wolfram flinched away again from Taylor's threatening gaze, the car's engine roaring to life. He glanced at Alice for a heartbeat. "Alright...I'm just going to go see her for a few minutes...no...that's not a good idea...never mind." He looked away from her, pulling out of the driveway. He glanced in the rearview mirror, his eyes catching the sight of his fathers body. He looked away quickly, letting out a soft, sharp hiss. His foot collided with the gas pedal, sending the car flying down the road. He felt guilty, not going back to check on Lily. But he just couldn't. He couldn't face her again. Not after his mother dying and then him having to kill his own father. It would have been to much, brought up to many memories he wanted to be buried and dead forever.

 

[Amer]

Bleddyn opened her mouth to express something slightly less than mutual appreciation, then shut it at Indigo's timely request.
"Oooooh, sounds innovational." Bleddyn neatly dove to catch the tracking device opener thingamabob, then popped back up to position it over Sherri's wrist. She locked the wrench prototype's jaws around the device and adjusted it until she met resistance.
Her brow furrowed, she forced it even tighter.
At the distinctive splintering and following give, Bleddyn gave a victorious yelp, dropped the wrench, and simply ripped the metallic band the rest of the way free. "Now what?"

Sherri sighed with relief. "Throw it out the window, it may still work," Indigo said. She flicked a switch and a nearby window opened. Sherri poked out a hesitant hand weighted by the metal. She threw it out on the street and it fell with a clatter of metal. Sherri jolted her hand back in, barely missing the retreating window pane.
Sherri then rubbed her wrist on her left hand. The edge of metal caught on it, and she could see dark red droplets on the pale, freckled skin. "Ow," she muttered. But it didn't really hurt like she expected. She wasn't thinking about that, but of what happened over a century ago, but all too soon. People died. Millions. They're just going to add a few more zeros to that number this time.
The Holocaust. That's a horrible, cruel name, Sherri shuddered, remembering the stories she'd heard, all of them true.
So cruel, to eliminate an entire race. Or at least try. Have we got nothing to show? I don't think so. We can succeed. Grim determination was set on her jaw. No complaining. No worrying. This was a fight for her life. She wasn't going down without a fight.
She would survive.

"I don't know! There's different things in each van, as far as I can tell." Frosty replied, having to turn up the volume to hear all of what was going on.

"Why are there can openers in the van of a secret organization?" Frosty wondered out loud, not really expecting an answer.



"Actually, if you have what I think you have, it's an enemy-device-smashery. Also known as an EDS." Frosty added helpfully.

"Eh, that doesn't have such a nice ring to it," Indigo replied.

Jenna stared surprised at the wolf begging at her feet. Normally she would never think of giving an animal coffee, but he was part human. Good thing Toby's hound is not here to get any ideas. She thought, and handed one of the to-go cups of coffee to him. "Ash, do you drink coffee?" She asked, offering her another cup.

(Once I saw a Cochin bantam at Ohio International drinking coffee out of a cup someone accidentally left by her cage.)

 

[FrankieDoodle]

Sherri sighed with relief. "Throw it out the window, it may still work," Indigo said. She flicked a switch and a nearby window opened. Sherri poked out a hesitant hand weighted by the metal. She threw it out on the street and it fell with a clatter of metal. Sherri jolted her hand back in, barely missing the retreating window pane.
Sherri then rubbed her wrist on her left hand. The edge of metal caught on it, and she could see dark red droplets on the pale, freckled skin. "Ow," she muttered. But it didn't really hurt like she expected. She wasn't thinking about that, but of what happened over a century ago, but all too soon. People died. Millions. They're just going to add a few more zeros to that number this time.
The Holocaust. That's a horrible, cruel name, Sherri shuddered, remembering the stories she'd heard, all of them true.
So cruel, to eliminate an entire race. Or at least try. Have we got nothing to show? I don't think so. We can succeed. Grim determination was set on her jaw. No complaining. No worrying. This was a fight for her life. She wasn't going down without a fight.
She would survive.

"Eh, that doesn't have such a nice ring to it," Indigo replied.

(Once I saw a Cochin bantam at Ohio International drinking coffee out of a cup someone accidentally left by her cage.)

(I instantly pictured a chicken holding a cup of coffee and sipping it casually when you said that. XD)

 

[RiverStorm]

"'eck no, kid, there's only one bunch of Heroes and we're already long established." Ash finally located a humble jug of milk and poured just the right amount to tinge her coffee hazel. She yeeted the milk bottle back into the overstocked fridge and casually slumped against the counter alongside him. "Who knows, though. Being the kids of heroes sure does open quite a few doors for you guys. Who knows what you could become."

Finlay huffed in mock offence at being turned down, before gawking at Lachlan as his larger brother began dumping an unholy amount of sweetener into his coffee.

 

[RiverStorm]

Perfect coffee in hand, Ash grabbed Connor's nearest arm in her remaining hand and raced out the door after Jenna.
Upon reaching the open minivan, she got into the next available seat and expectantly patted the seat beside her. After Connor had worked his giraffe self into the car, he plopped down. His coffee was held at arm's length, out of all harm's way.

"Hey, what about work?" he wondered abruptly and fixed worried eyes on his wife.
"I called off for both of us," Ash supplied calmly.
"Oh." Connor fell silent and pulled his arm closer to revisit the ancient, awakening ritual of staring down into one's coffee.

As the three adults piled in, Camilla, Finlay, and Lachlan proceeded to squash into the backseats, Lachlan gripping his cup of steaming coffee with a grip made of steel.
"Let's go! Um, we're going to the park. You should park the car near the shops when we get there." Camilla announced.

 

[FrankieDoodle]

As the three adults piled in, Camilla, Finlay, and Lachlan proceeded to squash into the backseats.
"Let's go! Um, we're going to the park, park near the shops." Camilla announced.

"Okay." Jenna said, and pulled out of the driveway. The park wasn't far away from her house, so they got there relatively fast. She parked her car and looked around, quickly spotting a girl with pink wings. She got out of the car and walked towards Jessi. "Mom! Glad you guys are okay." Jessi said and embraced her in a tight hug.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

"Ya know, if you're going to make up names, you could at least make them sound cool." Toby said and shrugged. I should shut up now, I mean, I'm talking to a bird who's ignoring me.

Sherri sighed with relief. "Throw it out the window, it may still work," Indigo said. She flicked a switch and a nearby window opened. Sherri poked out a hesitant hand weighted by the metal. She threw it out on the street and it fell with a clatter of metal. Sherri jolted her hand back in, barely missing the retreating window pane.
Sherri then rubbed her wrist on her left hand. The edge of metal caught on it, and she could see dark red droplets on the pale, freckled skin. "Ow," she muttered. But it didn't really hurt like she expected. She wasn't thinking about that, but of what happened over a century ago, but all too soon. People died. Millions. They're just going to add a few more zeros to that number this time.
The Holocaust. That's a horrible, cruel name, Sherri shuddered, remembering the stories she'd heard, all of them true.
So cruel, to eliminate an entire race. Or at least try. Have we got nothing to show? I don't think so. We can succeed. Grim determination was set on her jaw. No complaining. No worrying. This was a fight for her life. She wasn't going down without a fight.
She would survive.

"Eh, that doesn't have such a nice ring to it," Indigo replied.

(Once I saw a Cochin bantam at Ohio International drinking coffee out of a cup someone accidentally left by her cage.)

"I didn't make it up," Frosty replied irritability. "The guy who made them told me that was what they're called. Looking back on it, he was probably just messing with me." He grumbled. "Anyway, I'm curious, why'd you want to know about Alan, taxi-boy?" Frosty continued loudly.