Heroes: Eve of Destiny

[frigidmagi]

Blast blinked several times trying to clear his head. The energy streams and waves were distracting.

"Yeah, I'll go." He said.

[Shark Bait]

Seven looked at his right hand still clenched in a fist, if he joined this mission he would be opperating at less than peak efficency. Still if he grabbed a long shirt and maybe some gloves he could pass as relatively human so long as no one got a look at his face. He could also shoot with his left hand just as well as with his right thanks to targeting systems, thankfully they were not dammaged by whatever the hell had hit him. Besides this might be his only chance to find out what the bastard had done to him, his memory of the event was a jumble but he would never forget that face.

Seven rased his good hand "Since everyone else is ready to go now, I'll jump in too, just help me grab some ammo and a shirt."

[B4UTRUST]

Tarot nodded, gazing over the assembled.
"Very well then. Arm up and get whatever supplies you need. We're issuing out combat stims for this op as well, since we can't judge how truely fatigued you all are. They'll give you a temporary boost, kill the pain and focus the brain so to speak. We'll hand them out prior to departure.

"We're meeting on the roof in one hour."

All the thoughts, feelings and prescense of outside individuals came back in a flood into the room as Tarot walked to the door. He pulled it open and stepped outside. When the team left the more observent noted that only a few seconds had passed on the clock across from the room.

[LadyTevar]

Argent shivered as Tarot left, rising to her feet and rubbing her arms. The man was too tightly wound to be sane, there was no other way to put it. She looked around at the gathering, and realized that this morning she'd been fighting every one of them.

What a difference a few hours made... now she got to find out if there were any hard feelings about the fight.

[Dark Silver]

After Tarot left, Garth stood up.

"Asshole..." he muttered beneath his breath, looking to Argent, "Are you alright beautiful?" he said softly, sliding his hand over to touch her shoulder.

[LadyTevar]

After Tarot left, Garth stood up.

"Asshole..." he muttered beneath his breath, looking to Argent, "Are you alright beautiful?" he said softly, sliding his hand over to touch her shoulder.

She turned, giving him a small smile. "The electrodes gave me a headache.. but I'm ok. That one, however," her head jerked to where Tarot vanished. ".. is skating far too close to insanity. I can feel it just by being in the same room with him." She wished he'd open his helmet, so she could see his face.

[Dark Silver]

He nodded, squeezing her shoulder gently.

"I need to find where they put my saber before we go on the mission...I don't want to be caught without it."

He was, for the most part, ignoring the others. His sword was on his mind, as well as Argent.

'Damn you Tarot for putting her back in the frying pan so soon....they all need time to recoup....'

He wasn't counting himself and Legacies in that ascertation though. They were the ones who were doing this for years, for close to a decade even. They were the veterans of the group, no matter what Tarot and Blackheart thought.

[Charon]

Legacies looked at Saibot and Argent. The one was a friend, the other, a distraction. He then looked to the others. Putting their place in this mission into place. Blast, a young powerhouse. Seven, an android. Niner, Telepath. Blackheart, Powerhouse, leader. The pieces of puzzles began to connect in his mind, a puzzle that seemed most odd to him that it should appear. He needed to see the extent of his powers.

Without saying a word or making a sound Legacies stood up and walked gingerly out the door and towards one of the firing ranges.

[LadyTevar]

He nodded, squeezing her shoulder gently.

"I need to find where they put my saber before we go on the mission...I don't want to be caught without it."

"Didn't Legacies have it last?" she asked, looking towards the silvery man. Lowering her voice she added, "He's your friend to the end... but he doesn't like me."

[Dark Silver]

He nodded, forcing himself not to stroke her cheek, to carress her throat.

"Yeah....I'll ask him... Best go get some rest before we have to leave beautiful." He said softly, as he moved to follow Legacies out.

[LadyTevar]

He nodded, forcing himself not to stroke her cheek, to carress her throat.

"Yeah....I'll ask him... Best go get some rest before we have to leave beautiful." He said softly, as he moved to follow Legacies out.

Rest where, she wanted to ask him, watching him catch up to Legacies, leaving her alone in the room with Blackheart as the only one trusting her at the moment.

Not that she could really blame them... Blast she had picked up and thrown with her shadows. She recognized another as the one she'd dropped the crocodile man in front of, after she'd enraged it to the point of madness. He was very lucky the croc had passed out. Somehow, she did not think Tarot's word would be enough for them to trust her this soon.

[Charon]

Legacies had heard Argent speak as he left the room. He'd heard Saibot's response before the door closed. He shouldn't have been able to. Had this changed him that much? He didn't care to think of what would happen if something loud went off right now. Legacies stepped down the hall, a mouth beginning to form on his suit without his realizing it.

[Dark Silver]

After he was out of the room, Saibot let out a sigh. It didn't vocalize, thankfully, through his helmet, and he moved to catch up with Legacies.

"Mark," he said when he was close enough, "do you still have my sword?"

He was direct and to the point, no use in wasting time with smalltalk.

[Charon]

Legacies stopped and turned back towards Saibot. The plain mouth moved as Legacies spoke. "We, don't know. We blacked out after stopping Abaddon." Legacies paused for a moment, the suit seeming to look off past Saibot. "We think it's still in the medical quarters." Legacies then turned and began moving again.

[Dark Silver]

Saibot's eyes narrowed, was Legacies speaking in something other than first person? And his movements were alot more fluid...

"Legacies, are you alright? What happened to you," he asked as he caught up with the symbiote-man

[Charon]

Legacies stopped and turned back to Saibot. Once again the plain mouth seemed to be speaking the words. "We, don't know. We believe we are alright. But Abaddon hurt us badly, the two that were are now as one. It was the only way to survive. We are, uncertain, what these ramifications will be."

[Dark Silver]

"Are you sure you should be going then? If you don't know what will happen from this...."

The former Guardian folded his arms over his chest, watching his friend. It would take getting used to hearing him/them speak this way.

[Charon]

A tendril slid out from the suit. The suit itself seemed to pulsate and move now, that was something else that Saibot had never seen before.

"That is why we were going to the gun range. And besides," the suit smirked "what'll you do without us?"

[Dark Silver]

"Have quiet a few less headaches I'd imagine...."

Saibot nodded, and turned away, moving to go and find his saber. He needed it back more than he wanted to be near Argent, or to make sure Legacies was alright.

[frigidmagi]

He headed to the roof ignoring everyone. He should tell someone who wouldn't tell Tarot and would take him seriously but everyone who would listen would end up telling Tarot wheither they meant to or not. Damn it all. He shouldn't have looked, if he hadn't...

He had slipped into the energy view while in the breifing, it was just so... much more than what he saw with just his eyes, but he had saw something he wasn't suppose to. He was sure of that, he wasn't suppose to see that, Tarot was not by any strecht of the imagination a good, caring, understanding guy. He was a paranoid manic at best, he could tell that after being in his prensence all of 3 times for about 25 minutes total. Fucking Hell this thought route was painful. No wonder people working for the government tended to have mental problems.

Everyone in the office had had a faint overglow, a energy after image almost, kinda like when Tarot moved. Tarot didn't, not a bit, he was an energy blank, a fucking hole in the damn world itself. Granted he was new to his powers, and even newer to this sense (He had been exposed to 3 monsters who couldn't have been natural products did that have something to do with the emergence of this new sense?) but he knew already in his gut and in his soul that what he saw... No what he didn't see was wrong, at complete and total odds with how the world was meant to be.

So who to tell? And what the fuck was he suppose to do about it?

[LadyTevar]

Fear.

She could feel it... trace it to the young kid they called Blast. He was leaving the room, his emotions tied up in a confused knot... and it had to do with Tarot. Argent looked around, Saibot gone, Legacies gone, the cyborg gone for repairs...

"... I need air. I'll be on the roof." she said aloud, meaning for Blackheart to hear her clearly, and then she followed Blast, but couldn't catch up until he reached the roof.

She walked up behind him, warily. "Um.... are you ok?"

[frigidmagi]

Blast spun around suprised. That was relativitly unexpected.

"Huh...Fine, great. Just you know, tired, wound up. Still kinda new at this and all you know. hehehe" He said. He was glad of the mask covering his whole face, he didn't have the world's greatest poker face...

[LadyTevar]

Blast spun around suprised. That was relativitly unexpected.

"Huh...Fine, great. Just you know, tired, wound up. Still kinda new at this and all you know. hehehe" He said. He was glad of the mask covering his whole face, he didn't have the world's greatest poker face...

And emotions can't lie. Argent walked around him, going to the edge of the building and looking around. "It's Tarot, isn't it." she said simply. "Something about him has you scared, because you've somehow sensed that he's dangerous, like I have."

[Shark Bait]

Seven watched as the heroes went their separate ways; he wished he had more time to know them better each of them had their own issues they were dealing with simultaneously. Even the man who briefed them seemed somewhat out of sorts, Seven was quite far from an expert on people and their strange ways but the way the others reacted to him was oddly obvious. He had always thought that a leader should have a certain level of respect for his underlings but that seemed to be fairly absent here, at one point it appeared that the individual with the ring might actually take a swing at him.

Seven shrugged as he stood and exited the briefing room he then retraced his steps to the equipment dispensary where he checked out a shirt with long sleeves, tactical vest, gloves and a mask. He then acquired additional ammunition for his weapons and slung them both on his left side where he could reach and shoot them with his good hand. While putting on the gloves his right hand caused a spot of difficulty, but in the end he was able to adequately cover the hand so no more metal was showing. Finally after he was completely restocked he headed for the roof, close to the hour mark when they had decided to meet.

[B4UTRUST]

Tarot stepped out the front doors of the building to where a podium had already been set up. Reporters and news teams were on site and recording. He stepped up to the podium, then began to gaze out over the assembled.
"Alright, I'll skip the formality of a statement at this time. I believe we all are aware why we're here so I'll forego wasting time and move this right along. At this time I'll open it up to questioning. This will be an organized thing, if you all start shouting out questions at once I'll end it immediatly. Now, lets start. You."

Tarot pointed to a random reporter from the crowd.
"Agent, has there been any progress in finding the Senator?"
"Yes, even as we speak we are following up on several leads, though due to the nature of the kidnapping we have nothing solid yet. Yes, you..."
"So basically you're saying that Ultima has no clue? That you all are more or less floundering? Give us something here..."
"... I think that you've misinterpreted the facts at hand. Ultima has solid leads to follow up on and we are currently devoting all our resources to this effort. We are definatly not, as you put it, floundering. Next question."
"Given the enormity of the damage today alone to both the memorial park and surrounding buildings, what steps is Ultima taking to minimize this sort of destruction in future operations?"
"The damage, is unfortunatly, an inevitability of battle. We don't like it any more then you do. We cannot completely stop this sort of thing from happening though we do endevour to do restrain from this sort of incidental damage. Yes, next."
"With the recent surge in meta terrorism at both home and abroad there has been a resurection of some of the anti-meta protests of a few decades ago. Even some politicians have suggested, in much the same vein as the previous centuries' Supers Registration Movement, that there should be mandatory registration and tracking of all metas, not simply criminals and those volunteering to register. That it would prevent meta crime by knowing who's a meta to begin with and keeping tabs on them, thus eliminating a significant portion of the meta terrorism. What is your stance on this movement?"
"I'm afraid I'm not sure how to answer your question. Which are you inquiring to; the official stance of this agency, or my own personal opinion?"
"Your opinion, Agent Tarot."
"I don't believe that it would be appropriate to answer that question in this sort of forum. Thank you. I'm afraid that will have to conclude this conference."

Tarot turned and walked back into the building, ignoring the calls of reporters behind him demanding answers.