Tyroc
“Yeah, I’m sure your mom’s all nice all but you need to tell her I’m taken, for real,” Neutron says, sitting back down and shaking his head as you head up for your coffee. “And I’m not limpy no more. Went to see a specialist, she’s good as new,” he adds with a grin.
The girl behind the counter, Jody, according to her nametag, smiles at you as you order. She not very star struck, unlike most people that meet you, though surely that’s because she sees a lot of elites while working here. “Alright,” she says in voice that your table can hear, as she brings you your coffee, “someone who can give it to Neutron with both guns. Don’t let up, he deserves to be taken down a few notches.” She winks and smiles jokingly.
“Aw, geez, Jody, what gives? Aren’t you supposed to be friendly to patrons?” Neutron asks.
“I make an exception for you,” she answers, which causes Cumulus to giggle and the other woman to smile.
Neutron shakes his head. As you sit down, he says, “Ladies, this is Tyroc. Ty, this is Cumulus…”
“Pleased to finally meet you. I prefer Angela when I’m not working,” the red haired woman says, offering her hand with a friendly grin.
“…and this is my girl, Nadia. We met last week when I got back from Mexico.”
“Hello,” she simply says with a smile.
“Foiled a bank robbery, hey? Way to go, man. Right back to work, good on you,” Neutron says.
Misha
You arrive at the airport with time to spare. As you sit, awaiting your flight, when you hear a throat being cleared behind you. Turning, you see Tellman standing there, arms crossed, tapping his fingers. “So, you found Crawford, I hear,” he says, moving around the seats to sit down beside you. “Des Moines was, obviously, a dead end. You wouldn’t have happened to have known that before we split up, would you have?” he asks, arching an eyebrow.
Mimic
“Really?” Alita says, her eyes growing wide. “You would do that for me? That’s all I ever wanted Miguel, I’ll do whatever I have to. Thank you.” She reaches out to give you a hug and sits back down on the bed, her eyes moist.
As you lay down, so does she. A few moments later, you hear, “Miguel…you don’t have to sleep down there, I mean, the bed is big enough…”
Blizzard
“What the hell?” Random’s look is one of shock. His concentration is lost and you can no longer feel him messing around with your mind. Gaining his composure he says, “Look, lady, this is none of your business. If it’s about your car, Terra-Form Inc will send you a check, alright? What’s your name?” he asks, glancing about at all the dancing shards of ice.
Lupa
Dunn glances at you quickly, but trying his best to keep his eyes on the road. “Listen,” he says, “my name isn’t Dunn, alright? It’s Shift. And I don’t really look like this, I look like this,” he says, his form morphing before your eyes. The end result is a gray-skinned humanoid with no hair or facial features aside from two slits for eyes and one for a mouth. “I apologize for the duplicity, but I had thought if I approached you looking like this, you would have been less accommodating.”
You can hear sirens behind you. A light gray sedan is following you, currently about two blocks away. “As for my story, it is somewhat true. It’s what they want for you. But I’m telling you that it isn’t your only choice. This baseline government, they’ll use you towards their own ends, you’ll be their puppet.” You spot a police car approaching ahead, and Shift cranks the wheel into a hard right.
“I offer you an alternative, one in which you can work to better the fortunes of your own kind.” Another police cruiser and he cranks the wheel again, this time left, and the car turns hard with a screech. You decide now might be the best time to put on your seat belt.
“Trust me, Rachel, I’m not the bad guy here, they a…” Two cruisers lie up ahead blocking the street. He cranks the wheel hard, but loses control of the vehicle. The car spins completely around and slams to a sudden stop against a wall.
You blink, your head ringing, as it had banged off the side of the car during impact, but you’re otherwise alright. Shift isn’t so lucky, his head resting against the steering wheel, blood trickling from his temple.
Suddenly, your door, the one that’s not smashed in, is thrown open and your seat belt is cut. Someone carries you from the car and sets you on the ground. You see a policeman staring at you from above. “Miss, are you okay?
OOC: Rachel didn't detect any lying.
Elementor
Your mother huffs, but you finally get a location. It comes from an ISP located in New York City, CompuPro. You can’t pinpoint it any better than that.
“Aaron! That is enough! You come downstairs with me right this instant!” Your mother grows impatient.
Shimmering Samurai
Kensei’s smile seems strained as well. “I’ll make sure he gets on his way, Eagle.”
“Okay. See you soon, Kiro. Thank you, Kensei,” Eagle replies before the screen blinks out.
Kanaka takes his phone back and mumbles something under his breath. Order, feeling like a fifth wheel at the moment, says, “Well, I can give you guys a ride to the airport.”
“Thanks, Svetlana,” he replies, and the three of you climb into her Honda.
“So, Kiro,” Order says, as the car makes it’s way down the street, “is it true what they’ve said on the news? You and the others were experimented upon and tortured? That must have been horrible”
“The very thought of it sickens me,” Tanaka adds. “Illegal testing on elites, human cloning, I think the American government needs to focus less on what the UN is doing, and more on what it’s own citizens are.”
