✶⋆.˚ 𝙄 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙀𝙉𝘿

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private 1x1 between star and sky!

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx─ 🇮‌. ɢʀᴇʏꜱᴏɴ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ʙᴀꜱꜱᴇᴛ/ꜱᴋʏʙᴏʏ 🇮‌🇮‌. ᴄɪꜱ ᴍᴀʟᴇ 🇮‌🇮‌🇮‌. 24 🇾‌🇪‌🇦‌🇷‌🇸‌ 🇴‌🇱‌🇩‌ 🇮‌🇻‌. ʙɪ 🇻‌. 6'0" 🇻‌🇮‌. ꜰᴄ: ɢᴇᴏʀɢᴇ ᴍᴀᴄᴋᴀʏ ─
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KNOWN AS THE BEACON OF GOOD TO THE PEOPLE, HE RISKS HIS LIFE TIME AND TIME AGAIN,xx
TO PROVE HIS WORTH, AND MAYBE PROVE THAT PEOPLE ARE WORTH IT TOO. BUT THAT DARxx
KNESS, IT FOLLOWS HIM. IN A NEW SHAPE THIS TIME, MADE OUT OF SHADOW AND MAN. CRExx
EPING INTO THE CRACKS OF HIS MIND WHEN HE REALIZES HIS LOVED ONES MORTALITY. ANDxx
WHEN HE MAKES A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL, A HAUNTING REMINDER OF HIS ALTRUISM, HE CANxx
ONLY HOPE HE CAN PROTECT HIS LOVED ONES FROM THE GATHERING EVIL FORCES BEFORExx
THE MONSTER INSIDE TAKES OVER HIM COMPLETELY. BEFORE HE CAN DESTROY HIMSELF FORxx
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x── 🇮‌. ᴀʀᴀ ɴɪᴋᴏʟɪᴄ-ᴘᴀʀᴋ/ʀᴀʙʙɪᴛ. 24 ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏʟᴅ. ᴄɪꜱꜰᴇᴍ. ꜱᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ. 5'9". ꜰᴄ: ᴊᴜɴɢ ʜᴏʏᴇᴏɴ. ᴛɪᴍɪᴅ/ꜱʜʏ. ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ. ꜱᴇɴꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ. ᴀɴxɪᴏᴜꜱ. ᴄʀᴇᴅᴜʟᴏᴜꜱ.
xxSUPERHERO WHO POSESSES THE POWERS OF A RABBIT: SUPER JUMP, ENHANCED SPEED AND STRENGTH TO LEGS, ADVANCED HEARING, AND MORE.
x── 🇮‌🇮‌. ᴊᴀꜱᴘᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟᴇꜱ/ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛ. 23 ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏʟᴅ. ᴄɪꜱᴍᴀʟᴇ. ᴅᴇᴍɪ. 5'10". ꜰᴄ: ʙᴇɴ ᴡᴀᴅꜱᴡᴏʀᴛʜ. ᴇᴍᴏ. ꜱᴀʀᴄᴀꜱᴛɪᴄ. ꜰɪᴇʀʏ. ʀᴇʙᴇʟʟɪᴏᴜꜱ. ᴄᴀʀɪɴɢ. ʟᴏʏᴀʟ.
xVIGILANTE WHO IS ABLE TO USE DISKS OF ENERGY ON HIS BODY TO PROPEL HIMSELF IN ANY DIRECTION. ABLE TO ALSO USE THEM AS WEAPONS.
x── 🇮‌🇮‌🇮‌. ᴠᴇʀᴀ ᴍᴏᴏʀᴇ/ᴠᴀᴘᴏʀ. 31 ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏʟᴅ. ᴄɪꜱꜰᴇᴍ. ʟᴇꜱʙɪᴀɴ. 6'0". ꜰᴄ: ʜᴀɴɴᴀʜ ᴊᴏʜɴ-ᴋᴀᴍᴇɴ. ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ. ʀᴜᴛʜʟᴇꜱꜱ. ʀᴇꜱɪʟɪᴇɴᴛ. ꜰɪʀᴍ. ʀᴇᴀʟɪꜱᴛɪᴄ. ꜱᴀᴅ.
xVILLAIN WHO POSSESSES NO ABILITIES, BUT BREATHES IN SPECIAL TYPES OF SMOKE THROUGH AN INHALER TO GIVE HER A VARIETY OF POWERS.
x── ɪᴠ. ʟᴜᴋᴇ ʙᴀɪɴ/ɢᴜɴꜱʟɪɴɢᴇʀ. 27 ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏʟᴅ. ᴄɪꜱᴍᴀʟᴇ. ɴᴏ ʟᴀʙᴇʟ. 6'1". ꜰᴄ: ᴛʜᴏᴍᴀꜱ ᴅᴏʜᴇʀᴛʏ. ᴄᴏᴄᴋʏ. ꜰʟɪʀᴛʏ. ɪᴍᴘᴜʟꜱɪᴠᴇ. ᴍᴇʀᴄɪʟᴇꜱꜱ. ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ.
xVIGILANTE WITH THE POWER OF PINPOINT ACCURACY, AND THE ABILITY TO CONTROL A BULLETS DIRECTION WITH HIS ADVANCED EYESIGHT.
x── ᴠ. ᴇʟɪᴊᴀʜ ᴄʀᴇꜱꜱᴡᴇʟʟ/ꜱɪɴɴᴇʀ. 26 ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏʟᴅ. ᴄɪꜱᴍᴀʟᴇ. ʙɪ. 5'10". ꜰᴄ: ᴀʟᴀɴ ᴄᴜᴍᴍɪɴɢꜱ. ᴛʀɪᴄᴋꜱᴛᴇʀ. ᴄᴜɴɴɪɴɢ. ʙᴏʟᴅ. ꜰᴜɴɴʏ. ᴄʏɴɪᴄᴀʟ. ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ.
xSUPERHERO WITH THE POWER OF TELEPORTATION AND SUPERHUMAN AGILITY. (ME AND THE FOUR OTHER NIGHTCRALWER FANS CHEERED.)
x── ᴠɪ. ꜰʟᴏʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴘɪʟɪʙᴇᴛᴛᴇ. 24 ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏʟᴅ. ᴛʀᴀɴꜱꜰᴇᴍ. ʟᴇꜱʙɪᴀɴ. 5'9". ꜰᴄ: ʟᴏᴠɪᴇ ꜱɪᴍᴏɴᴇ. ꜱᴍᴀʀᴛ. ᴘᴇʀꜱᴜᴀꜱɪᴠᴇ. ᴇᴍᴘᴀᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ. ꜱᴏᴄɪᴀʙʟᴇ. ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴠᴇ.
xREPORTER WITH NO POWERS. BUT SHE GETS SECRET INTERVIEWS WITH HEROS, VIGILANTES, AND SOMETIMES VILLAINS FOR HER NEWS WEBSITE.

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[8_Stars_8]

georgia is possibly the most awkward extrovert you will ever meet. that be-
ing said, she is incredibly likeable and charismatic. this, layered with her f-
lirty nature, makes georgia easy to talk to & depend on. from a very early
age, georgia has taken a strong interest in science, so much so that she had
been a professor at MIT & a doctorate in theoretical physics. unsurprisingly,
she is insanely smart and finished her K-12 schooling at 14, her bachelor's at
16, and her master's at 20. now, however, her relationship with her work is
complicated. she doesn't see her discovery as a miracle in the slightest. in-
stead she is convinced it had ruined her life. no amount of cool superpowe-
rs could help restore her relationship with her family, her upstart career, &
the friends/coworkers hurt by her ambitions. of course, she'd never let any-
one know about this struggle. especially none of her friends/loved ones...

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2. 24 3. cisfemale 4.
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georgia is the only daughter of NYC mayor bradfo-
rd lynch and his trophy wife caroline lynch. both
of her parents were generally ambivalent toward
her. deep down, georgia does believe that her p-
arents love her, or, rather, loved her. she hasn't
been on speaking terms with them since the "in-
cident" where she became infected with an alte-
rnate dimension's parasite. at the ripe age of 20 y
ears old, georgia discovered the secret to interdi-
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ions meant unique threats. threats that georgia is
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at, in the most simplistic terms, make her turn in
to a fire monster (whom she has not-so-affection-
ately named "phoenix"). phoenix appears whene-
ver georgia feels strong, negative emotions. ──

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pansexual ✶ altruistic and hedonistic ✶ robin hood ✶
invisibility ✶ aka "crystal" ✶ observant ✶ a romantic
vigilante ✶ doesn't feel remorse for stealing from the
rich ✶ loyal ✶ sarcastic ✶ vain on occasion ✶ attent-
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carter ivy lynch ✶ cis-female ✶ she/they ✶ twenty
aromantic ✶ grey-asexual ✶ georgia's half sister via
their dad ✶ angry ✶ spiteful ✶ jealous ✶ insecure
vibration manipulation ✶ aka "quake" ✶ vindictive
very unwell emotionally ✶ depressed ✶ blames all
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marien was, quite literally, raised in a circus. the ci-
rcus, actually. she doesn't know who her biological p-
arents are, but it had never really mattered to her b-
ecause she found her family in the circus. she had b-
een with the circus for as long as she could rememb-
er, the ringmaster told her that they found her one d-
ay and she tagged along. she got along so naturally, o-
ne of the performers legally adopted her and she had
stayed travelling with them until she was eighteen. at
18, the ringmaster, who was struggling financially de-
cided to burn down the circus, which unintentionally

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killed many of the performers. in order to avoid jail
time, for murder and insurance fraud he pinned the e-
ntire thing on marien. this ousted her from the group
though she didn't go to jail because there wasn't enou
gh evidence to arrest her for it. marien has been rig-
htfully bitter since then, and has made it her life mi-
ssion to hunt down the ringmaster and get revenge f-
or her family and for ruining her life. this was a much
more difficult feat than she had realized, so in the m-
eanwhile, she has been engaging in petty theft, scams,
and street art to make ends meet. she has retained
skills from her time in the circus as a trapezist and t-
ightrope walker. similarly, she's very agile and quick..

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marien harley grace ✶ cis-female ✶ she/her ✶ twe-
nty three ✶ trapezist ✶ vagrant ✶ scammer ✶ aloof
fear of fire ✶ distrustful ✶ agile ✶ very traumatized
sarcastic ✶ mean but in a fun way ✶ 5'3" with 6'5" e-
nergy ✶ aquarius sun ✶ aries moon ✶ aries rising ✶
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agent grant swift ✶ cismale ✶ thirty-two ✶ straight
secret agent ✶ slowly unraveling sanity ✶ manipula-
tive ✶ charismatic ✶ sleazy ✶ self-serving ✶ irrede-
emable piece of poop ✶ trying to be bureaucratic ✶
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[8_Stars_8]

﹙𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 '𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶' 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦﹚

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auden layla hiraoka-stephens ✶ 23 ✶ cisfem ✶ omnisex-
ual ✶ music powers/sonic powers ✶ senator's daughter ✶
romantic idealist ✶ cool girl onstage persona ✶ musician
gets along with basically everyone ✶ fc: kaylee bryant ✶
impatient ✶ zealous ✶ disobedient ✶ brash ✶ extrovert

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[skydust]

𝘍.𝘎.𝘑.𝘝.
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Florence had always been a curious person.
That’s probably why she started interviewing individuals from a world that was so foreign to hers. Her quest for knowledge was always in motion, and what better way to find out new things than to start with the unknown. At first it was just an idea she had in college, then she designed the website as a side project, and then she got an interview with her first hero. That’s when it became something more serious to her. The internet seemed to love it too. A glimpse into the lives of powered individuals? Of course, they’d eat that up. And they did.
She only really gained some popularity after she interviewed her first vigilante though. Heroes were interviewed all the time by reporters, but vigilantes? Unheard of. The views on her news website skyrocketed, and now she was doing this full time. Researching, filming, editing, and posting. It was all a bit of a thrill for her. When she got her first interview with a villain is when things started to get a bit hectic though. While you can find at least some information about vigilantes online, you would almost never see information about villains on the internet. Besides some mugshots and crazy fans rambling in blog posts.
She had been interrogated before, in a sense. Mostly just questions from heroes and vigilantes asking if she knew any secret identities masked behind fake laughter. She would always say the same thing, that information is confidential. But when she interviewed her first villain, suddenly the pressure was on. The police talked to her, the heroes would press her a bit more than usual, and she even had some people break into her apartment. Even some villains threatened her when she was walking down the street after grabbing groceries. They all had something in common when they asked about secret identities now. Anger was now behind their words. But Florence said the same thing, that information is confidential.
Florence's parents had instilled in her growing up the value of compassion and understanding. That you cannot judge someone because you haven’t lived in their shoes. Of course, there are always exceptions. Florence would never find herself having compassion for those that enacted cruelty for just the sake of doing it. But when she was going over the footage from her interview with the first villain she ever talked to, she found herself growing to understand. Just a bit. That she couldn’t judge this individual for wanting a better life. Sometimes you get wrapped up in the wrong people and the wrong things, and it's the only way you can save yourself at the end of the day.
Maybe that's why she didn’t think twice about sharing an apartment with Mae.
She shut her camera off, going to shake the hand of the hero she interviewed but he had already teleported away in a swirl of purple and dark blue smoke. Florence huffed, annoyed at the sudden departure, before she took the camera and her papers full of interview questions back to her room. Stuffing them away in a secret compartment under her bed. While she had definitely upped the security system around her place to keep unwanted visitors out, she didn’t exactly trust them to be foolproof all the time. She froze as she heard a jingle, and then the slam of a door.
“Florence?” Mae’s southern drawl called out, and Florence let out a breath of relief as she brushed the dust off her pants. She walked into the living room, eyes immediately going to the sparkling necklace perched on Mae’s collarbones. Mae saw her, and dramatically dropped down onto their couch with a grunt. “You will not believe who I ran into.”
Florence perked up at this. “Who did you run into?”
Mae started to explain her night out in the city. That she was “grabbing” a necklace (Florence made sure to correct her on that. She was stealing.) from a rich CEO. When she ran into a vigilante breaking in at the same time as her. Mae started rambling about how annoying he was, before Florence took off her earrings, setting them down on the table, and slowly made her way over to her friend. “What did he look like?” she said, trying to act as casual as possible. Mae saw through her immediately though. Her brows furrowed and she looked at Florence like that was the most offensive thing to ask in the world. Florence giggled at her friend's reaction. “Okay, I promise not to interview him. Now tell me what he looked like or I’m going to die from curiosity.”
After Mae explained what he looked like, Florence hummed. “Sounds like Gunslinger,” she said, before continuing. “The vigilante you ran into I mean. I tried getting an interview from him at one point but he’s incredibly hard to get a hold of. And well, you met him. His personality doesn’t exactly scream approachable.” Her friend only rolled her eyes, agreeing, but also very much not interested in whatever she was talking about. Mae got up, but suddenly Florence’s hand shot out and she grabbed onto her wrist. Mae flinched, and Florence cringed. Her grip softened, as she spoke quietly, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I’ve just been thinking a lot. I need to talk to you about something, if you don’t mind. I know you’re already tired and-”
Her roommate only smiled playfully, sitting down again next to Florence and asking her to continue. Florence let out a breath of air, before her expression turned more serious. “I’ve been doing these interviews for a while, and I know that these supers don’t tell me everything. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if some of them lied to me. But I’m concerned about something. It keeps coming up. After my interview today with Sinner, it’s like it all clicked in my brain. Kind of. I think…something big is happening. Or starting to happen, and I think someone more awful than all the villains combined is behind it.”
Florence took in her friend's reaction and then avoided eye contact. “I’m just scared I suppose. I don’t want you getting hurt while you’re doing super stuff. I just hope my theory is false and I’m just being paranoid.” Mae shot out a witty remark and Florence laughed. “Well, I’ll leave you alone now. Thanks for talking with me.” But even when Mae walked away, and even as the night stretched on longer and longer, Florence still went to her room and dug through her notes for hours and hours on end. She just had to be sure. Just had to make sure that no one was going to get hurt, otherwise she knew she was just going to blame herself.
—
Grey can usually expect the unexpected. It’s only inevitable with his line of work.
That’s why when he saw the villain Crusher, a man with the ability to turn his hands into rocks, he knew what he had to do. Defeat the villain, save the day. It’s how it always went. Maybe he shouldn’t have gotten too comfortable with the unexpected. Grey shot through the air, the chill sinking into his skin, as his cape whipped behind him frantically. He quickly scurried backwards as a piece of gravel was thrown at his head, thankful for the backup when Rabbit shot forward, directing it into the ground with her legs so it would miss the panicking civillains. He whipped his head around in the direction of Crusher with a chuckle, “Hey! You almost hit me!”
“That was the point!” Crusher growled, his rock hard hands digging into the roof floor beneath him and grabbing onto another piece of gravel. Throwing it in Grey’s direction with a snarl. Grey dodged, Rabbit smashed, and Crusher only grew angrier. Rabbit looked up at him with a squint of her mutant rabbit eyes. “Stop playing and just defeat him already!” she huffed. Grey raised a brow, surprised at the irritation coming from the usually timid hero, before he shrugged his shoulders.
“Aye aye, captain,” he said, saluting her with a laugh and then flying forward. He saw the panic in Crusher's eyes, before Crusher shot forward, grabbing onto one of the civilians that he had trapped onto the rooftop of the skyscraper with him. Grey paused mid air, a gust of wind hitting him in the back as he stopped harshly. When his eyes shot to who he was holding, Grey sucked in a shaky breath. That was Georgia. Georgia the TA from one of his old science classes. Georgia who he had a huge crush on. Georgia who he couldn’t hold a conversation with without blushing like an idiot and stuttering out some excuse to leave to save himself the humiliation.
“Crusher, let’s n-not be rash,” he said, blue eyes flickering from Crusher to Georgia from underneath his motorcycle helmet. He raised his hands in fake surrender. “This is a fight between us two. Not Ge…Not a random civilian.” Crusher only laughed bitterly at his words, his eyes shining with malice. Georgia looked more annoyed than scared as she struggled in his hold. Grey could see Rabbit down below, her movements just as frozen as she stared up at the scene in front of her.
“You think you’re so great. You heroes. Well your day is coming! The END is coming for all of you! You think you can just get away with anything, but-” Crusher didn’t finish his sentence as Georgia managed to elbow him in the chin, and he growled. “You little brat!” he hissed, but the movement was enough for him to let her go. The only problem was that he let go of her off the ledge of the side of the skyscraper. He heard Rabbit yelp in terror from under him, but Grey was already on it. He shot forward, and grabbed her just in time, panting as he looked at her terrified expression.
“Are you okay?” Grey asked, his voice probably as terrified as she looked. But then something changed in her reflection when he spoke, and Grey froze as he realized that it was recognition. She recognized his voice. He swore under his breath, and Georgia only looked even more curious as he quickly put her down on the ground. Rabbit rushing forward and tending to Georgia. Grey didn’t waste any time on leaving. He had to get back home, and now. He quickly left, not bothering to even say goodbye as he shot back into the air, his mind whirling. Surely she couldn’t have recognized him from his voice alone right? Was he just being paranoid because it was Georgia? Did she even know his name? He couldn’t think properly.
When he got back to his apartment, he popped the window to the kitchen open, ripping off his helmet with a grunt. “Jasper? Are you home? I need to talk to yo-!” he said, but froze as he looked at the scene in front of him. Jasper was in the middle of their kitchen, with a random person cuffed to a chair. His roommate gawked at him, and the person in the chair twisted her body to him with a grin. The smirk only widening as she took in his appearance.
“Hello there, Skyboy,” the mystery woman teased.
—
When Jasper took another look at the newly developed picture, he frowned.
He had been becoming more and more annoyed with his failure to produce photos that he actually liked lately. Even with his powers, he couldn’t find the right angle in the city. He had tried high and low angles, and nothing seemed to fit what he was trying to express. He huffed, discarding the picture in the trash. He grabbed his camera and started to flip through the photos when he heard a sound. A jingle, and the door to his apartment door opening. Jasper frowned. Was Grey done patrolling already? He got up from his desk seat, putting his camera down on his desk gently before walking out. “I’m surprised you’re back already, Grey,” he said, before he turned the corner and almost jumped out of his skin.
Standing there was a woman he had never seen before. She looked around his age, brown hair, annoyingly pretty hazel eyes, short stature. Jasper ignored the cocky look on her face, instead grabbing her wrist roughly, spinning her around, and slamming her into the wall. She yelped in surprise, the keys and wallet in her hand falling to the floor. “Who the hell are you?” he growled. Pressing her harder into the wall when she tried to grab at him. The girl in his arms hissed, explaining why she was here. And as she did so, Jasper wanted to let her go to throttle Grey instead. This random woman really managed to swipe Grey’s wallet and keys? While he was in his super suit too? Why did Grey even keep his wallet and keys on him when he was patrolling?
“damn it, Grey,” he said, voice low, letting her go and taking a step back. She huffed, adjusting her jacket and smoothing out the wrinkles in her shirt with irritation, like he was the one who broke into her apartment. Jasper only scowled. “Okay, so you know Skyboys secret identity. That’s…not great,” he said, mostly recapping with himself than anyone else. She let out a snarky remark, and he shot back. “I don’t know what you plan on doing with this information, but you have like zero evidence to even connect Grey to Skyboy.”
When she pulled out her phone with a smirk, showing him that it was recording, he laughed dryly. Before he shot forward to grab it. This time though, she was ready. She twirled out of the way, surprisingly agile. Jasper would be a bit impressed if he wasn’t so irritated right now. Eventually, after a painfully long time of her laughing at his failed attempts, he managed to grab her wrist tightly and she dropped the phone. He smashed it with his foot, and before she could yell at him for breaking it, he shoved her into a chair. He kicked a wood plank on the floor, and it flipped up, snapping slightly. It revealed a hidden space, where he reached in and grabbed a pair of handcuffs. She looked at him like he was insane when he cuffed her hands. “You never know,” he said, like it was obvious.
Also partially annoyed at having to defend his paranoid tendencies.
But Grey seemed to arrive at very much the wrong time, and in his super suit no less. Jasper only gawked at him as he climbed through a window, and the mystery woman turned in her chair to greet him cheekily. Jasper scowled and snapped before Grey could respond to the greeting, “Are you an idiot? Why did you have your ID on you when you were out patrolling?!”
“I didn’t even know I lost it!” Grey shot back, running a hand through his messy blonde hair. “Oh god, this is not good. How many people are going to figure out my secret identity today?” he said bitterly. Jasper bristled, “More than one person found out today? Who?”
Grey paused, before he cringed. “Georgia.”
“The TA you had a crush on?” Jasper hissed.
“I don’t know for sure if she found out!” Grey defended, scratching the back of his neck.
The whole time the woman in the chair looked at the two of them amused, before she spoke up. Both Grey and Jasper gave her twin glares, before looking at each other with the same expression. “Okay, here's what we’re going to do,” Jasper said slowly, his jaw clenched tight. “We’re going to deal with this one first. And then we’re going to go have a little chat with Georgia and see if she actually knows anything or not. Got it?”
Grey nodded, before he turned awkwardly to the woman in the chair. “Um, sorry about…that,” Grey said, pointing to the handcuffs. He knelt down, his expression growing a lot more gentle than Jasper could ever manage. Jasper rolled his eyes as Grey unlocked the cuffs. “What’s your name?” Grey asked.
When the woman responded, Grey smiled shyly. “Marien is a pretty name. You’re lucky, mine is just Grey. Boring as the color.” Jasper only grew more irritated with the exchange of words the two were having. Like this was just another random hangout at the apartment. He clapped his hands for their attention, “Alright, alright. Enough chit chat. We have to solve this issue. Right now. What can we give you to keep your mouth shut? Not like you have any evidence anyways,” Jasper growled, eyes narrowing at the woman rubbing her wrists in front of him.
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Vera’s leg bounced unconsciously as she looked at the clock hanging on the wall. He was late.
This was how it was supposed to go. Vera does a job for someone, she receives her payment, and then they part ways. And Vera was satisfied with that. It was simple, and while she did the dirty work, she got paid for it in the end. But it had been years since that was how the way things worked, and she was getting sick of it. Especially when her so-called boss decided to be late for yet another meeting. She had delivered results, of course. Another powered individual in the claws of the END corporation. She never asked where they went after she handed them over, it wasn’t her business to know. And she also just didn’t care. She was here for her daughter, and hell would have to freeze over before she stopped fighting to get her back.
Finally, the door to the office opened, and Vera sighed in relief. She stood up, turning to greet her boss before she froze. In front of her was indeed her boss, but someone was with him. A young girl who couldn't have been older than twenty. Her eyes were downcast and hollow. And she looked incredibly tired. Tired and angry. Her boss stood next to her, a hand made of shadow clasped tightly against the young woman's shoulder. “Vera, how good to see you again. Did you get what I asked of you?” her boss asked, his hand moving off of the young woman's shoulder as he walked to his desk. “I assume yes.”
“You assume correctly,” she said, eyes narrowing under the black and red mask adorning her face. She sat back down in her seat. “I never come back without results.”
He barked out a laugh, “That you do!” Vera shifted uncomfortably at his laugh, dark eyes flickering to the woman who hadn’t moved from the spot she had originally seen her in. She tilted her head, watching her curiously. Vera’s boss cleared his throat as he sat down, “My apologies. This is Quake. Quake, this is Vapor. You two will be working together from now on.”
“What?!” Vera hissed, head snapping to her boss. Her boss's head tilted, like he was analyzing her reaction, or she thought it did. She couldn’t be sure, it was made of pure shadow after all. Vera clamped her mouth shut, clearing her throat. “I mean…why? I deliver results and I don’t work with anyone,” she said slowly, carefully choosing her words. ’I don’t need anyone’ was left unsaid. Her boss gestured for Quake to come closer, and she did, her eyes slightly glaring down at where Vera sat. He cleared his throat, “Well I need results faster. I’m on a sharp schedule after all, the clock is always ticking. And I can’t waste anymore time.”
“Boss-”
“Vera,” he interrupted, his voice suddenly cold. “I didn’t hire you to disagree with me.” Vera glowered, her nails digging into the palms of her hands. He didn’t hire her at all. He took something of hers. But Vera only nodded, and her boss suddenly brightened again. “Wonderful! Then for your first mission I need you to bring me back someone. I have them all picked out and everything.”
“Who?” the young woman finally said, and Vera almost jumped at the sound of her voice. Her boss laughed, leaning forward on the desk with his elbows and placing his shadow head into his hands. “So eager! Oh, you’ll be familiar with this one, Quake,” he paused, voice suddenly growing cold again, “I need you to bring me Georgia Rose Lynch. Dead, or alive.”

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