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Subject: Re: Super Mon Nov 30, 2015 5:18 am

Yuliya slowed down on grabbing food as her companions began to grab more and more the essentials, and the non essentials, taking inventory of what they had gathered so far and doing the calculations in her head. The breakfast foods were about a fifth of the budget, lunch was two fifths, diner was a third... the rest of the various food made up a good portion of what was left. Seeing that they had a decent haul, and they were coming up on their budget limit, Yuliya decided it was probably best to wrap things up.

"Wve should probably grab some frozen mealz and such for quick meals in case of rough training, and tzen check out. We are going to overspend our budget soon if wve don't," she explained before pushing the cart over to the frozen section, selecting a variety of meals in order to try and get something that would appeal to everyone. She stood back to let the others pick some too, waiting for a cue to make their way to the check out.

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More pain pools in my wounds, but I'm trying not to think about it at this point. I'm still in a little bit of shock after having a shirtless white kid get low on my lap. I stare forward as I try to comprehend the situation, but it's just not going to happen. At least I know how Shade busted up my guns now. Damn, he blind sided me good. I was no expecting him to jam u my codes with a shirtless white kid, that's for sure.

"Uhhhn...?" I respond as Shade's voice jostles me from my thoughts. "Ehh, ah, not anymore than I've already been hurt... I mean, better me get hurt than having to deal with a pasty corpse jamming my guns, right?..." I cringe as I feel the adrenaline in my body fading away, and the pain's edge returning thanks to the lack of numbing agent. "Uuuuuuuhg, I don't know what I need more of; painkillers, sugar, or alcohol. Any combination of those three things that won't kill me would be fan-freaking-tastic right about now." My body instinctively wants me to double over again, but I have to fight the urge. That would only be more painful. "I'd make a joke about being warm with alcohol versus being warm with pain right about now, but... euggh, no."

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(Zen)

He suggests going to authorities. I almost chuckle.

"Trust me, if we thought going to the government would hell, we would have. Neither I nor my friend are particularly fond of the way they handle things, but I agree, they are very well equipped to handle this. Which is reason number one, actually. They can work on this themselves. There's not much we'll add to what they have going on. That doesn't mean we won't do our best though...

"Reason number two is that the CIA and NSA don't take a lot of help from kooks in masks. So there's that."

I huff and put my hand on my hip.

"So, I mean, I'm not stopping you. You can leave if you want or you can stay. Your choice really. Actually, this whole meeting was supposed to be much more dramatic, but SOMEONE was la-"

My watch beeps. Perimeter. Most likely Shade coming back. Doesn't hurt to check.

"Come on. Let's head outside. You can meet Tall Dark and Grey himself."

I walk past him and open up the door he came through, heading outside.

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(Shade)

She makes a joke about painkillers, sweets, and booze. Two of those things don't mix. She'll really just have to choose between them. And if the Super Friends turn out having poor taste in liquor or can't find their way home, she'll have to settle for the pain killers.

I pull off the main streets and head towards our complex. As I drive up towards our buildings, I see Zen walking out towards us. Someone is with her. Someone new. Hmmm...

Open glove compartment. Pull out handcuffs. Toss them over to her.

"Put those on. We're playing Prisoner. Just for a bit."

Look into my rearview at Nick.

"You aren't seeing or hearing any of this. You owe me for the bullethole."

Point towards my ceiling. Control my anger.

Subject: Re: Super Sat Dec 05, 2015 5:40 am

Well, those were some fairly reasonable answers, he figured. The government was probably busy working on their own stuff, and then again, they didn't seem to get a whole lot done anyways from what he'd seen in the news. Besides, it would probably be the equivalent of cleaning a drop of someone's drink off of their shirt with a mop. Or something like that. Sometimes you needed to let the big guys handle their stuff, and let the little ones handle their end of things, right? Of course, they'd said that it was a bit bigger than they thought, so depending on whether or not they were exaggerating...

That lead to the question of whether or not he was actually gonna stay. It seemed like there was going to be some trouble, that was for sure. Like he'd said...er, thought before, there was the question of exactly how big this trouble was that the two vigilantes had found. There was probably going to be some danger in the whole situation, and some work to be done. Plus, there was the whole fact that he'd probably have to get used to working with whoever else was involved, and working under Zen and whoever her partner was. Everything seemed kind of iffy.

But...it all seemed a little exciting too. Like it could be fun, maybe an adventure even. And he could always just find a way to leave if he didn't like where things were going, so it couldn't hurt to stick around and check things out. What could go wrong?

Once Zen had started to speak again, Carter raised a brow and crossed his arms, giving a bit of a smirk at the emphasis on someone being 'la-', whatever came after that. He assumed the full word was going to be 'late'. Once she continued and walked past him, the young adult shrugged and turned, following behind her, heading out to meet 'Tall Dark and Grey' himself.

"Yeah, sure. Just give me a couple hours, I have a tradition to keep up here." He remarked, taking a few quick steps to get momentum before leaning back, rolling out the door behind Zen.
"Are you two going to show me to Mr.Grey's secret room? I'm not really into that kind of thing. If it gets that weird I'm leaving." Roy continued to mention, stopping himself beside Zen as he saw what was in front of them.

Err...well, it was a car. Nothing wrong with that really. Nothing too odd, either. People took cars places. And then three people seemed to get out of the car. One was shirtless boy and seemed to be fairly beaten up. Number two was a woman who was even more so beaten up, with...handcuffs? And the third was a masked man. Presumably Tall Dark and Grey. Mr.Grey. With a beaten up looking, teenage appearing shirtless boy and an even more beaten up woman with a fairly revealing shirt.

Holy shit this really was that kind of place. He blinked, spending a second or two in stunned silence, his facial expression showing all the skepticism he felt. Which was a lot.

"...my inner goddess isn't ready for this kind of party." Roy stated, the initial shock giving way to a more casual kind of disbelief, as he turned and looked at Zen with a shrug. Turning his gaze back to the group and started to whistle slightly, before breaking out into a tune.
"If you forgot the safe word and you know it, clap your hands." He spoke in a sing-song voice to the trio, keeping his hands stuffed into the pockets.

Subject: Re: Super Sat Dec 05, 2015 6:01 am

A joke? That was so funny he forgot to laugh, one of the worst jokes he had ever heard. He did not respond, leaving the two to talk among themselves. He leaned against the locked door of the car, watching the traffic pass by and looking as if he were paying little attention to the conversation. It was hard to ignore the two even if he wanted to however, considering they were the only things to listen to.

His head was still light, though it seemed to be fading. The morphine was settling down a bit, fading away as time passed. Nick sighed as they stopped, to find that Zen seemed to have a brand new friend for them, goodie.

Shade is telling the girl to play captive…if they were friends why was that needed? No, not now. He’ll question this stuff later when his head s not feeling like it is both up in the clouds and caught in a raging storm at the same time. Nick still had plenty of questions, like how the hell these mysterious masked bozos dug up his information. After all the effort he went into hiding it that is. As far as the records knew, the son of his mother and father died in some accident. He had not contacted his family or anyone he knew in years, completely shutting himself away from them.

Then came the order, "You aren't seeing or hearing any of this. You owe me for the bullet hole."

Again with the fucking bullet hole. Nick really hoped this bullet business was going to end soon, he hardly ever handled a gun in his life aside from weapons built into machinery. He was not the type to kick down a door and rush in with his guns blazing, he was not going to go into close combat with some guy ten times his size, and he was most definitely not the type for the field work. How was he supposed to be some godly expert at guns? He did not even have a license to own one!

Nick stayed silent, letting the lack of protest to tell Shade that he was not about to say a peep. He had no reason to speak to the new face, let alone Zen. Unless they spoke to him, he was not going to make a conversation of any kind. Once Shade stepped out of the vehicle, Nick stepped out. He allowed Shade to be the one to help Wither out, considering his entire body could barely keep itself up as it was. The morphine was not exactly helping with this either, as the after effects were slowly starting to step in to have their turn with tormenting him and the elated feeling disappeared into the nothingness.

The new-guy is a red head, ~~looks kind of like some guy from smash brothers~~ looked to be about around his age but a bit younger. He wondered what kind of quirk this guy had seeing as everyone in this god forsaken “team” was insane. The Russian girl had post-traumatic stress disorder, the so called “Fluffy Puppy Child” seemed to be rather naïve, the older girl was practically a walking fire-hero stereotype with her hot headedness, Zen was obsessed with his fucking arm, Shade seemed to have some kind of humor that involved being terrible at joking, and Nick was some nobody that was dragged out of the sewage and brought into some twisted aristocrat’s home as an apparent pet. The odds of this guy being remotely normal was approximately-

“"If you forgot the safe word and you know it, clap your hands,”
None. Zero percent. Nada. When hell freezes over and all other types of phrases relating to a big fat “NEVER”.

Nick stared at the strange man, mentally tacking on “Guy with a Death Wish” to the list of quirky team members. This experience was just so interesting, that Nick wondered if he’d even be around for the entire story.

Subject: Re: Super Sat Dec 05, 2015 9:55 am

Finn did his best to follow everything the other two told him to do. He pushed the cart after Sera and helped get random dairy stuff, questioning the sheer amount of peppers the fire-lady acquired. It was a good thing, though; this meant Sera really DID like spicy things and would like the Hot Tamales! Next up, he was given eggs and told to be careful with them, as if he was going to drop them otherwise. They they were off once more and since he'd gathered by now he was the designated cart pusher, that's just what he did. He followed along to the frozen stuff and immediately got to help picking out the frozen meals that they seemed to be here for.

Of course, he couldn't say for certain what everyone would prefer, so he just tried to get at least one of every general kind. Odds were everyone would have something they liked. Then something dawned on him, something they'd been supposed to get that they hadn't yet. "W-wait, we can't leave yet," he spoke up as he remembered the important thing on the list.
They still needed to get alcohol! And while he was unsure if he'd be allowed to have any.... at least with permission, some of the others had still wanted some, and that was all that mattered!

"Alcohol, you made a pretty big deal about that, don't forget it!"
Looking back on it, Sera and Shade in specific had been very.... adamant about a desire for alcohol when briefly discussing somewhat of a rough shopping list earlier. He figured those two at the very least would be upset if it was forgotten. He'd be fine without any, but that wouldn't necessarily be the same for all the others. Besides, some of them had had a rough day and deserved at least a little alcohol for it.

Subject: Re: Super Sat Dec 05, 2015 10:05 am

We pull up to his place. I've been here before... well, more like I've been smuggled in here before. I've never met Shade's mysterious partner before, and from what I can tell she would be none too happy to find out he's been fraternizing with a person like me. I am, after all, what the kids like to call an "Anti-Hero." I'm like a step below what Shade and his partner are, mostly because I've stopped giving a fuck. That doesn't go over too well with their policies, I've been told, but sometimes Shade grows a heart, and even realizes I'd never make it in jail, so he lets me be. Well, he's gets in my hair, but he's never put a pair of handcuffs on me that he hasn't taken off. I'm a little nervous being here now, it may be evening but it's still the earliest I've ever arrived here. I wonder if maybe his partner is out and that's why he's feeling safer?

Oop. Nope. There she is.

I feel in awe for a moment, like I've found Nessie. And Nessie is...... incredibly young looking. I was not expecting that, at least not from our past conversations, and now I'm a little suspicious. Does he..... "like" younger girls? I twist my head over, letting my eyes bore into him from under my mask for a moment.

But anyways, she's real; she actually exists. What a thought. Well, okay, I knew she was real because I've heard her snoring every now and again but I've never, EVER seen her. She wears a mask too. I bet Shade has her under contract to do so, the anal poof. She's walking out with another guy; guess he's another trainee. He didn't go on the "learn how to go grocery shopping" field trip, too? Odd.

Suddenly, Shade opens the compartment in front of me and drops a pair of handcuffs in my lap. He says we're gonna play prisoner.

....what.

I look at him wide-eyed. Then I look at the cuffs. Then back at him. I run what he said through my head, then look around at all the spectators. Is he really-

Oh. Oooooooooooooooh. It's a safety thing. Nevermind. I slip the cuffs around my wrists and lock them into place.

I scoff as he makes a comment about some phantom bullet hole in the car somewhere. "Really Shade? I'm carrying several liters worth of Nitro in bombs, and you're worried about a bullet hole in your car?" I roll my eyes. "You can tell that to the holes the planes made in the twin towers, see how they feel about it." I shake my head as I go to open the door and try to stand. Bad move. I feel a tweak and then a numb amongst the pain and then I realize I've fucked up royally. No way I can get out of this car on my own; my legs feel like the Hindenburg exploded on them.

"Uh... in all seriousness though, I think you need to escort me out of the car, Shade." I choke as the numb spreads more. "It'll look less suspicious, and... well, let's just say clone girl destroyed my thighs." I open the door and await his assistance.

As I sit in the car awaiting assistance like the cripple I am, I hear a voice commenting on our current situation. I snort as I hear a comment about Mr. Grey' playroom. Sounds about right. Then I hear the term inner goddess and I flinch. It's a fair joke all in all, but that term sickens me. It's completely stupid for an adult to have to say that unless they're emotionally stunted; just call the anatomy part it's name for crying out loud. I still laugh though because I've begun to realize the hilarity of the situation and that kinda makes up for it.

Then it happens. The kid sings a joke to end all jokes. I almost fall over in sheer amusement as Shade helps me out of the car. I can't even begin to think of a proper way to respond to this other than laughter. I can't look at Shade at all without laughing more. It's too much.

"Well played, kid," I comment as my laughter dies down. I pause for a moment, mulling over things. A little devil smile spreads over my hidden lips as I sneak a little peak at Shade. He may kill me for this, but the moment is too right and I want it too bad. As we get closer to the kid, I audibly add, "The only flaw in your joke is that I happen to know that the safe word is 'lemon;' I just didn't need it."

Oooooooh, if the mask weren't here I'd be winking so hard. I feel a little dangerous making jokes like this, especially with her around to give him a hard time, but boy is it fun to toy with him and get him in trouble. The pain begins to fade a bit under the overwhelming influence of my amusement. Now that I'm closer, I get another look at his partner. She's at least twelve years younger than us. I cough a bit and smirk. What's one more nail in the coffin?

"So she's your 'partner'?" I murmur over to him silently. "And I believed you when you said there was nothing going on. But hey, if you've got that kind of death wish. The younger they are, the faster they kill you for your money...."

Hee hee.

Subject: Re: Super Sat Dec 05, 2015 5:31 pm

Sera freezes when Lucky mentions the alcohol. Of course, how could they forget? She eyes Yuliya. "I hope someone's been keeping track of the money," she says aloud, realizing her mistake. "Because I have no idea how much we've got in here, and Shade was pretty insistent when it came to the alcohol -it was the only thing he requested, after all..."

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(Zen)

Roy keeps making jokes about the particular situation B-Man is in. At least someone has a sense of humor around here. That's going to be refreshing. Still, he's kind of got a point. A man in a trench coat hauling a shirtless boy out of his old, bulky automobile isn't exactly bound to draw many people's minds to any other conclusion other than- Holup. Who dat...?

Shade helps a woman out of the car. She's masked. She's... healthy looking. She has handcuffs on.

Alarm bells go off in my head.

I look at Roy. "Keep the shirtless kid company, will you? Play nice."

(Shade)

I open the car door and begin picking Wither up when I hear something stupid in my ears. I'm already regretting our newest member of the team. Between him, and everyone else, I may go insane.

It's difficult to hold her when she's laughing like this. I'm surprised she can even move that much air. I suspected at least a few of her ribs were bruised. Internal damage may not be as rough as I thought.

I nearly lose her. Come on, woman. It wasn't that funny. I doubt she's even read those "books".

She quiets. Oh no. I look over at her. She's looking at me. I can feel it. Oh no.

I try to shush her. I whisper not to encourage him. You'll only make it worse. Please don't.

But it's too late. I sigh and resist the urge to cover up my face with my hand. I give her a little squeeze on the arm. Not much. Just enough to communicate how unnecessary that really was. No one needed to hear that. The women I find myself with.

To add to that, she whispers to me about Zen. Putting these two in the same area is not going to work out. I can feel it in my bones.

I whisper back, "I have no money to take and you damn well know it... Be gentle. The girl knows not what manner of horror she reckons with.."

I'm not a praying man... But its times like these that make me consider the merit of the practice.

(Zen)

I stride over towards them, rifle still prominently displayed on my shoulder. I wave.

"Welcome home to the conquering heroes. And look! It seems we've brought a friend with us today. Spoils of war, I take it."

He nods at me. "Something like that."

I turn and lock step with him as we walk in the direction of the living quarters. I peer past him at the strange woman.

"This is what you so urgently needed the Kilobyte Kid's help with?" I gesture at that excuse for an outfit. "Did she get lost from the nearest burlesque show and get belligerent when you tried to help?"

"If by 'burlesque show' you mean 'local grocery store' and if your definition of belligerent is setting off explosives beneath an armored truck and then attempting to flee the scene, then yes."

I pause. I'm a little taken aback. Is he joking? There's no way someone who looks like this would do something like that. What's she doing knocking over bank trucks? She'd make a better living as an underwear model.

"Ah," I say, trying to move on. "Well, that makes me feel a little more comfortable with the handcuffs. I'd hate to find out you were some sort of deviant, Bogart."

He snickers. "Come on, you know me, Zen. I don't play that way."

"I know. You don't play at all, Dull Boy Jack."

"I can beat you in poker."

"Touche. I never could read your face."

"I never had to. You've got so many tells a blind man could tell when you're bluffing."

I punch him lightly on the shoulder. "Ha. Very funny. You just wait, tough guy. One of these days I'm going to rob you blind."

We reach the building. He punches in the code at the door. It whooshes open and we step through onto the elevator.

"Still waiting, Zen. Still waiting..."

"Yeah, yeah. So what's the deal with Ms. Tasteful Underboob? You got a name, huh? She does speak, right?"

Seriously, I'm thankful I have a mask on right now because I can't stop staring. How do those puppies not slide out?

(Shade)

Someone. Anyone. Grant me a quick, merciful death...

Subject: Re: Super Tue Dec 08, 2015 7:37 am

I chuckle as he squeezes my arm. He doesn't have to worry, I'm more than done. That moment was more than satisfying, and my legs are really starting to kill me. His partner makes a few jokes about my dress, but I only chuckle. She missed the moment, and my ribs are on fire after the laughing.

I stagger into the elevator listening to them banter. She seems to have plenty of shitty jokes tumbling out mouth, more than seem appropriate.

I only look at her. I'm beginning to grow more and more disappointed. That's all I can think to call it.

It's the first time in a while that I've actually felt kind of hurt. I almost expected to be meeting someone a little more seasoned and understanding, but.... no. She's clearly being quick to judge, and that doesn't inspire confidence. It feels like it's been a long time since I've felt like this. Since my particular style of dress and a pair of handcuffs spoke so much louder than my actions. Not that my actions look any better when taken for face value. There are so many, many things I'd like to say, but now's not the time. I think she needs a bigger slap than she does my wisdom right about now.

So I do. I reach over and slap her mask backhanded. Not hard, but firmly enough to get a message across. I'm not in the condition to talk her out of her crappy attitude.

"You can just call me 'dirty cow' since you're being so keen on judging people based on face value. No need to save it for when I'm not around anymore." I grunt as I stagger. I'm not feeling too well, not anymore. This hits a little too close to home. "I mean, I am quite the notorious pair of boobs, aren't I? Good on you for catching a pair." My passive aggressive is showing, but I never said I was good with kids. I glance over at Shade. Does he always let her say shit like this to people's faces when she has a bad first impression of them?

Whatever. It's been a rough day. Hopefully she's not always a brat.

I slide down to the floor, trying to shield my burning ribs with my arms. I never did like how bad emotions make bad pain worse. I'm definitely not happy. I definitely do not like seeing this being the first thing that comes out of someone who puts themselves in charge of people's lives.

--~~~--

Yu stopped what she was doing and groaned when the other two mentioned alcohol. "Fuck, I forgot about tzat little detail." Her hand flew to her forhead before she egan to count the money again, tripping up once or twice due to it not being her native currency. She then began to dig through the cart and re-check the prices on everything. As she did, she could be heard mumbling, "Ебать, если чертовы люди хотели алкоголь они должны были сделать свой собственный покупки и объяснил, что, черт возьми, происходит. Я здесь не для удовлетворения ерунды. (Fuck, if they wanted alcohol they should have just done their own damn shopping and explained what the hell was going on. I'm not here for this bullshit.)" It took her about fifteen minutes, but she somehow successfully managed to bring them back a bit further from their budget with the removal of some frozen meals.

"I tzink tzere should be enough left now." Yuliya grumbled as she wheeled the cart to the alcohol area, not really paying attention to the fact that she was a minor perusing alcohol. "Vat did tzey say tzey liked, again? Wviskey and Scotch?" she mused as she took a look at the stock. The saw a couple of brands that she knew her step father liked and grabbed them from the shelf, placing them into the cart. She counted everything one more time to the best of her ability. Satisfied, she turned to the others and said, "Let's get tzese tzings and tzen go back now," as she pushed the cart towards the checkout.

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(Shade)

What is she- Why is- She wouldn't- Oh no.

I pull her back and step in between both of them. Zen pushes against me. I hold her back, hand on her elbow crease and one on her abdomen. She tries to push past me. Twist slightly on the elbow. Apply force to the torso. Her body twists as she tries to get past. If she moves too far, I'll be pressing into a nerve in her arm. Lot's of hurt.

She knows she can't move. She's moving out of anger and shock. Feels she needs to respond.

She pushes again.

I push back this time. Put her against the wall.

"Cool it..."

I can feel her glaring at me. Hear her breathing. Heavy. Hot on my face.

"Now."

She relaxes. Sighs

I take my hands off her.

The elevator rings. Doors open. Zen storms out. Heads to her room.

It feels like something in me deflates. It can be difficult enough to work with her at times. This isn't going to help at all. We don't need this right now.

Look over at Wither. Realizing those cuffs were a better idea than I could have known. She's on the floor. I gingerly pick her up and get her moving again. Usher her towards my quarters.

"Let's get you some painkillers."

Biometeric scanner. Press my hand into it. Reads my heart rate, nerve signals, and other personal traits.

Panel in the wall slides open. I take us both inside.

My humble abode. Minimal, but spacious.

I set her on my couch gently. Head over to my cabinets. Medical supplies. Take the kit over and sit down next to her. Pull a syringe and extract painkillers.

"You aren't afraid of needles, are you?"

Check for air bubbles.

Subject: Re: Super Wed Dec 09, 2015 6:03 am

There was certainly an interesting variety of reactions to his remarks from the rest of the group. The young adult stood still and glanced around at the others, taking note of them. The injured shirtless boy was just staring at him, which frankly made him a little uncomfortable, so he decided to keep from looking at him all that much. Next there was the mysterious man, who he figured he'd just call Grey for now, who...well, he couldn't really tell. You know, with a mask on and all. He didn't seem to be laughing, though, from what he could hear.

Turning to the final person there besides Zen, the handcuffed woman, Roy chuckled as he watched her laugh pretty hard. At least she had some kind of sense of humor. As she and Grey had moved closer, she seemed to give him a compliment. With a nod of his head, he smirked and did a quick mock-bow, about midway through it before he heard her contin-...

He looked at the two of them and raised a brow, his lax and casual smirk turning to a more mischievous looking grin, all sorts of gears turning in his head. Lemon? Like the fruit? And they actually had a safe word? And that safe word was Lemon? He was totally going to keep that in mind for the future. He, for one, wouldn't forget the safe word. Which reminded him...

He pulled his hands out of his pocket and looked downward, averting anyone's gaze as he gave a clap-clap in the brief period of silence before Zen spoke to him, giving him the duty of keeping the shirtless kid company. Which, given that she had just met him and had probably no reason to trust him that much, and the fact that the mysterious Grey had a handcuffed woman with him, he took to basically mean she wanted him and the shirtless guy out of the way so the three of them could talk about whatever was going on.

Hah. Yeah, no. If he was getting involved in this whole thing, he didn't want to be left out of the loop.

Nodding his head, Carter shrugged and started to step forward, taking a few quick steps to gain momentum before leaning back, rolling on his heelys past Grey and Lemon Cuffs towards the-huh. Oh. Wow. Roy had been so distracted by the current situation he hadn't even noticed the guy's arm, or lack thereof. He had a pretty awesome looking robot arm in the spot a real arm should have been. One that he was not-so-subtly staring at for the moment.

He pivoted and did a little 540 degree spin for style as he neared shirtless dude, rolling up beside him while backwards and coming to a halt, watching the other three head back off to the warehouse building. For the moment, he didn't say anything to the guy, looking at the other three as they walked off and listening to the conversation they were having.

...wait, what? Did he hear that right? Lemon Cuffs blew up a truck? Man, she must have been really well endowed...err, equipped, with some serious bombs...yeeeeaaaah, his train of thought wasn't doing a good job at phrasing things at all. Moving on. Once the trio entered the building, and he couldn't hear anything else, he clapped his hands and rubbed his palms together a bit.

"Alright, Six Million Dollar Man, the name's Roy. I'm new, so what do you say to a little following and eavesdropping, if we can? Oh, and think you could fill me in on what's been going on while we're at it? Something tells me I have some catching up to do." He questioned casually, giving the other guy a grin as he started to walk ahead towards the now closed door the other three had gone through, turning around to face him and continuing to walk, moving backwards now.

Subject: Re: Super Wed Dec 09, 2015 7:16 am

His staring made the new guy uncomfortable, good. He deserved it for making that kind of joke. It did not take long for Zen, Shade, and Wither to start the conversation up and running as they filled each other in on events. He kept to side, silent and letting the others handle everything. He doubted he could give a well explained answer himself even if he was more rested and less doped up on morphine. Well, the Morphine problem was slowly resolving itself, but it was leaving a dull emptiness. Probably the crash that usually came from highs like that. Fantastic.

He listened to the conversation, focusing on staying upright. A few comments from Zen, a reaction to this new woman that he did not quite expect. The comments provoked Wither, and the two seemed to be in a bit of a mini verbal cat-fight. Ms. Tasteful Underboob? Quite the notorious pair of boobs? They were legitimately talking about each other’s breasts…Fabulous.

The red haired guy rolls over to him after staring at his mechanical arm. Please don’t let this guy be another nut like Zen about a simple ARM. The pair of wheelies or whatever they were called on allowing him to pull some tricks and even move backwards, either a show-off who wasn’t realizing just what the hell was going on, or an idiot. The odds of both being near split down the middle. Fantabulous.

He addressed him as…Six Million Dollar Man. Nick did not want to even know at this point with the previous jokes this guy seemed to like making so much. Nick had already begun moving to follow them, not caring about this “eavesdropping” business this guy seemed to be going on about.

However, this guy was asking questions. He was saying he was new, and he needed catching up. ‘Sure, let’s just tell this strange man I’ve only just met EVERYTHING that’s gone on in the past…what six hours?’ Nick was not up for explaining, and even then he certainly did not have all of the information of what was going on. Though the main problem was the matter of trust with this new guy that had apparently decided that Nick needed a buddy. Shade had handcuffed the apparent friendly woman in front of the new guy, which meant that he was either untrustworthy or the whole Wither thing was to be kept a secret from even Zen. However, Zen did not seem to know this woman, or was it a ruse for in front of the new guy?

The thinking was not helping Nick’s mental state any, so he decided to simply shrug, “I’m not quite in the condition to explain anything, ask one of the masked ones when they’re not busy,” he dismissed the question away from him, his voice a bit low. He did not introduce his own name, his lack of trust in the other male affecting his actions.
They had stepped into the elevator now, Nick found himself leaning against the wall for support. Now that he had actually gotten to walking, it was much more difficult said than done. He pinned the blame for this on the same thing he had been blaming for the past hour…Morphine.

‘Don’t Pass out.’ he mentally ordered himself. Though it was easier said than done. He was almost back to the base, he could just pass out somewhere again and maybe this time the fuckers would let him sleep instead of launching themselves onto his legs again. The doors opened and Shade took off with Wither while a rather moody Zen made her way to wherever she was going. Nick’s destination: He had no freaking idea. He supposed he could go retrieve his shirt from the medical bay, but Shade and Wither were probably there and he figured he’d probably get yelled at to leave.

He supposed this would be the perfect opportunity to sleep…if he knew where his room in specific was. He could crash on the couch again, but his dream-land adventures there last time lead to less than pleasant places and a Russian girl on his legs, not something he wanted to repeat. Which meant that he was stuck in this place he was not even remotely familiar in navigating with Roy-boy here who likely knew just as much as him as to where everything was in this place.

’Just don’t pass out.’ He thought with a sigh of exasperation as he stepped his heavy feet out of the elevator.

Subject: Re: Super Thu Dec 10, 2015 12:11 am

His partner stalks off; no doubt I've taken it too far as well. I slide my masked face into my palm and hold it there until Shade gently works my reluctant body back into a standing position and helps me toward his room. I feel like a child again, being so easily jaded and throwing hissy fits. My head hangs a bit. All I want to do now is lay down somewhere and sleep like the world doesn't exist.

Shade brings me back into his room. It definitely resembles a house more than my safehouse does, that's not even up for debate. He tries to set me down gently, but the agony and the overall bad mood has caused me to completely give up, so it's more of a fall-flop than anything. Maybe I'm bleeding internally? It's probably not much, the symptoms aren't very pressing. I only feel a little bit light-headed, but I haven't checked my bruises so I wouldn't know.

"There might be some under-skin internal bleeding. It doesn't feel like I'm bleeding out, but I do feel swelling and some light-headedness. No blood thinners," I remark. He pulls out a needle and starts to draw the medicine, and I watch him check for the air bubbles. I scoff. "You give the syringe at least three good flicks. Didn't you learn anything from the NMC- oh, wait. It's the NCLEX here, right?" He asks me if I'm afraid of needles. I have to laugh again at that; it cheers me up a bit. "I should hope I'm not afraid of needles, I've only handled thousands of them."

I lean my head back against he back of the couch as I offer my arm as tribute. I sigh. "...I'm sorry. For freaking out in the elevator. Well, I'm sorry for the trouble it'll cause you. I lost my head for a bit... was probably losing some blood, too." I peek at him from over my chin and peek at how much Nurse Grey is injecting me with. "......No touching if I pass out. That's not fair to me."

My stomach rumbles faintly under my clothes.

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(Shade)

She's being cheeky. I look at her. Sarcastically flick the syringe.

Take her arm. Slowly insert the needle into her bicep and push on the plunger.

She apologizes.

"That's alright. Happens to all of us. I'll handle whatever comes."

She jokes.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

Her tummy rumbles.

"You hungry?"

Subject: Re: Super Thu Dec 10, 2015 3:36 am

Finn gave over ownership of the cart to the small Russian as she took over as the pilot. Was it right for a child to be the one getting the alcohol? Or.... well, he supposed maybe Yuliya just looked young, as he didn't actually know the girl's age. Still, something told him Sera was the only one who had any kind of ID to actually buy the alcohol with. After all, he wasn't of legal age and he was pretty sure Yuliya wasn't either.

Oh wait, that didn't matter at all! He was in a place to buy the alcohol too.... because he did have an ID! The legitimacy of said ID was.... questionable, but.... Okay, it was a fake ID, but hey, it worked! Perhaps it was a bit odd for someone aspiring to be a hero to be breaking laws in such a manner, but technically vigilantism was against the law too. Besides, it wasn't like he was hurting anyone by letting himself do fun things. More importantly, he kind of needed the ID for his job. His.... "job," yeah....

Okay, so he just gambled for all his money and happened to win a lot. Like, a whole lot. Still, this was the only source of income he had, thus he actually did need the fake ID! But currently, it seemed it would have a different use. Well, maybe it wasn't necessary since they had Sera, but he wanted to be the one to buy the stuff! After all, he hadn't felt particularly useful to the group so far, granted it hadn't even been a day.

Upon reaching the register, of course, he helped get the items rung up. But before that, he gave a wave and a friendly smile to the cashier; a middle-aged white man who appeared rather unamused with life in general. "Hiii," he greeted, receiving only a nod in response.
"So, you been working here for a while?" he questioned.

"Have you ever met a cashier who hadn't already wasted their life at it?" the man answered with a question of his own.

Finn gave a slightly confused look to the man before continuing the conversation. "Uh.... yeah, lots of young ones. You must really like it then, huh?"
Surely someone who was willing to devote their life to being a cashier enjoyed it!

However, this time, the man's only response was a look that said....

It seemed the man wasn't much for conversation, so he decided to just hurry this along. "I've got this," he stated mostly to Sera as he reached into his pocket. After a moment of digging around, he pulled out an ID to show it was legal and waited for Yuliya to pay. Yuliya had the money, right? Luckily, he was right and it all went over smoothly. He then began pushing the cart along himself, eager to get out of the store after that rather displeasing conversation. Oh, but before he left, there was one last thing....

Finn turned around as he continued pushing the cart away, gave the happiest smile he could muster, and waved once more at the man. "Byyyye, jerk!" he said in an absolutely overjoyed and disturbingly friendly tone as he did so.
However, for once, his intentions were not good-natured. This man was a bit of an ass and clearly hated his happiness, so he decided the appropriate punishment was turning the happy-meter up! Sure enough, the man gave him a glare, but said nothing.... presumably out of desire to not end up fired.

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