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[Unholy_Pariah]

((Actually steven is wearing a hockey mask not the bandana+hose.))

"Id try, but im im having similar feelings on the subject.
And no, i suppose we dont need to stay here."

[RangerCado]

"I don't know... I w-was t-two when it happened. M-mom and dad... d-d-didn't like talking a-about them a-a-after that..."

[Yourmaster]

"I killed his wife in front of his kid."

[Beirus]

Jake remains silent, trying to figure out if the girl looks like Dissent might without her helmet.

[MrVoid]

Suprised Carrie asks, "How long does it take for someone to build up immunity?  I mean you are using it as a recreational drug substitute."

[Harry Baldman]

((Actually steven is wearing a hockey mask not the bandana+hose.))

"Id try, but im im having similar feelings on the subject.
And no, i suppose we dont need to stay here."

Oh, right. Hockey mask.

"Well then, probably best to continue this conversation outside, huh?" she says, dusting herself off and preparing to make a break for the outside. She doesn't seem to be taking particular note of the masked man that's shown up.

"I don't know... I w-was t-two when it happened. M-mom and dad... d-d-didn't like talking a-about them a-a-after that..."

Rita's face becomes puzzled.

"When you were two? You mean in what, the early nineties? Wait, how old are you, anyway?"

(Note: it's 2006.)

"I killed his wife in front of his kid."

"I think a written apology would be better in that case, no?" the guy leans on the doorframe. "Anyway, you'd probably best leave for now, maybe come back later, we're kind of in the middle of something."

You notice a man, clearly a civilian, standing in the hallway. He looks at you with an unsettled expression.

Jake remains silent, trying to figure out if the girl looks like Dissent might without her helmet.

This girl is very probably Dissent, you think. The physical profile fits, and she seems unusually calm considering the circumstances, which would point to her being at least partially at the root of this. In addition, you have a limited time to strike. Probably have two or three minutes before you get the bad feeling again, followed by finding out exactly what happens to your body when you plummet five floors down and belly flop onto concrete.

Suprised Carrie asks, "How long does it take for someone to build up immunity?  I mean you are using it as a recreational drug substitute."

"It is an involved process," Ilo explains as the three of you run through the halls. "Takes a long time, and the final steps require invasive procedures. I would be lying if I said it was not a very novel experience. I have come this far in two years, though now that I fully know what to do, the time elapsed would presumably be significantly shortened. A year, perhaps. But very heavy use is required. And regular procedures after the final steps, since you would not understand the maintenance very well. We could try it later if you want."

"Sounds pretty fucked up, I'd say!" One-Eighty shouts over the surrounding noise, which has partly succeeded in drowning Ilo out.

"I didn't say it wasn't. But interesting nevertheless."

The three of you come to a stop as the hallway ahead appears to have entirely collapsed, cutting off the path to the exit. One Eighty looks at it, and the bits of rubble start turning about in the pile, though it doesn't seem to be doing much of use.

"Don't suppose you'd have some kind of super strength?" One Eighty asks you.

[RangerCado]

((...Dang, forgot the dates. Uh... probably gonna need to stretch this a bit but...))

"S-sixteen? I don't know... my memories of when I w-was younger aren't th-the easiest to r-r-remember. C-could have happened b-before I was born and been t-t-told wh-when I was two... I don't know."

[MrVoid]

"Eh, its iffy, I'm ever so slightly more durable, as far as I can tell, glancing blows by bullets seem to bounce off... but I can't charge through walls or anything too impressive.  I might be able to crack some of it, but it would likely hurt.  I might also be able to do chip damage." She walks over to the loosest and most damage rubble and gives it an empowered kick.

[Beirus]

"You seem oddly calm in all this. Come to think of it, you seem sort of familiar." Jake says to the girl, taking a few seconds to pretend to ponder where he had seen her before. "I've got it! You look exactly like Dissent would without her helmet." He exclaims, watching her for a response. He would probably have one shot at this, assuming she didn't stall, but he wanted to be reasonably certain he had the right person. Killing an innocent was no way to start off a cape career.

[Unholy_Pariah]

"Yeah lets do that." replies steven following possible-dissents lead and casually ignoring the newcomer.

[Harry Baldman]

((...Dang, forgot the dates. Uh... probably gonna need to stretch this a bit but...))

"S-sixteen? I don't know... my memories of when I w-was younger aren't th-the easiest to r-r-remember. C-could have happened b-before I was born and been t-t-told wh-when I was two... I don't know."

"That's kind of unlikely, I think. If you're sixteen now, you would've been born in 1990 or thereabouts, just like me, and the Endbringers weren't even a thing then. That is, if that's what got your grandparents. Who knows? Maybe it was some other cape thing? Or something totally unrelated? I hear people fabricate childhood memories all the time. I know I remember, like, two things from when I was three, and both of them aren't true. I don't think your memory's even fully developed when you're two," Rita muses, glancing at the ceiling as she thinks and gesturing with sweeping motions of her hand.

"Eh, its iffy, I'm ever so slightly more durable, as far as I can tell, glancing blows by bullets seem to bounce off... but I can't charge through walls or anything too impressive.  I might be able to crack some of it, but it would likely hurt.  I might also be able to do chip damage." She walks over to the loosest and most damage rubble and gives it an empowered kick.

You can't break through a pile of rubble, you think. You might have been able to upset the pile a little, but it's definitely going to be way more effort than you could be expected to put in and survive this disaster area. Though you do notice an explosion on the other end upsetting the pile a little more, to the point where you start having a bit of hope you might be able to get through after all.

"Best to find a different route, then," Ilo says, and the three of you move out in search of a less collapsed exit, only to be interrupted by a telekinetic explosion going off right next to you. Both Ilo and One Eighty are blasted much further than you, with One Eighty flying into the rubble and landing rather painfully from the sound of it, while Ilo merely flies over you and rolls away, getting the wind knocked out of him. Both of them recover surprisingly quickly, though One Eighty seems to have sprained an ankle in the process.

"Yeah, terrible fucking idea to bring Dissent!" shouts One Eighty as she limps back to the group.

"Seems like we will need to backtrack quite a bit," Ilo observes as he looks at the lack of side passages in this hallway. You really haven't gone very far into the building at all, you realize. "Probably will need to make our way through the field again."

"You seem oddly calm in all this. Come to think of it, you seem sort of familiar." Jake says to the girl, taking a few seconds to pretend to ponder where he had seen her before. "I've got it! You look exactly like Dissent would without her helmet." He exclaims, watching her for a response. He would probably have one shot at this, assuming she didn't stall, but he wanted to be reasonably certain he had the right person. Killing an innocent was no way to start off a cape career.

"Well, that's nice of you to say, I guess," the girl replies. "Even if Dissent is kind of a bitch, being mistaken for her is some kind of recognition, no?"

Wasting no time, the girl and her companion run toward the exit, not even sparing so much as a few moments to bid you farewell. The guy pretends like you're not even there, for chrissakes.

"Yeah lets do that." replies steven following possible-dissents lead and casually ignoring the newcomer.

Largely ignoring the Man in the Metal Mask, the two of you take off, first at a very quick jog, but then the girl breaks into an all-out sprint that you do your best to follow. You manage to make it out of the stadium amidst explosions and lightning, and run down the street together until the horrible loud noises feel like they're behind you rather than all around you.

Once both of you realize this, you almost collapse on the street, feeling rather exhausted, especially the girl. She leans up against the wall and slides to the ground with a satisfied look on her face.

"Awfully nice of you to try and save me, man," she says breathlessly. "Even if it was a bit of a wasted gesture."

[RangerCado]

Selina gives a nervous shrug, not sure where else to take the conversation at this point... maybe her parents were home now?

[Harry Baldman]

Selina gives a nervous shrug, not sure where else to take the conversation at this point... maybe her parents were home now?

Rita stares at you for a bit, seemingly at a slight loss on what to talk about as well.

"Well! You think we've sat around here for long enough, maybe? I think the romance of this sandwich place is starting to fade, personally. Plus closing time's probably not too far off."

[RangerCado]

"O-oh! Uh... sh-sure... g-guess we ch-check my house a-again...?" Selina seems a little more nervous now with having to try going home again...

[Unholy_Pariah]

"The gesture maybe, but the effort not so much." replies Steven.