"Another attack downtown, this one of a decidedly more mundane nature. The courthouse exploded! There are responders here, but a lot of people are trapped inside the debris. As soon as you guys can get here would be appreciated."
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"Yeah, um, unfortunately not. Where are you guys!?"
"Hello? Grant?" Lucretcia finds it hard to hear Blayze over the background noise on the other end.
"Great news. I gotta get home and change before class. In fact, I think I might just swing by the store and change there."
"What if we, like, rigged up some sort of cell or something? Like a sort of reverse 'faraday cage' to keep the electric stuff inside?"
Blayze will approach Grant and the grappled villain and blast him in the face at close range, to avoid hitting Grant by accident.
Blayze, furious that her teammate has been so viciously attacked, screams "No!" and charges through the air full speed at her attacker, firing a burst of laser-flame as she does so. MISS
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"Yeah, probably should have waited," the young hero admits. Taking a couple steps away from Lucretcia after her wounds have been examined, Blayze ignites her forcefield again and hovers a few feet off the ground, scanning the skies. "I think he flew off toward the Industrial park on the other side of the mall."
Blayze looks worse for wear, blood dripping from her lip and her suit scraped up pretty bad. "Hey, guys, what's up?" she says sarcastically, before continuing on anyway. "I was at Starbucks and noticed this electric wack-job throwing sparks, so I went out to have a few words. Turns out he's not big on talking."
Chelsea gets up off the parking lot, wiping blood out of the corner of her mouth and rubbing her sore back. That fall had overloaded her forcefield and she hit the mall lot like a ton of bricks. Not seeing her quarry, she pulled out her phone and dialed first Alexander, then Dr. Santori. "Hey, this is Chelsea. Out here on the west side getting my butt kicked, call me or Grant back..." BEEEP.
"I found it hurts to get shot by a bolt of lightning! When I say this guy is real, I mean I found him! He's flying around right now!" "I'm zipping over Northland Shopping Center as we speak. He's gotta be around here somewhere..."
"Grant? It's Chelsea. Turns out the Electric guy is real, and he ain't friendly."
Chelsea wanders up to Alexander and Grant. "So, supervillain. What do you guys think?"
"I managed to find the others a safe stairwell; they should be on their way down shortly. This one was knocked out, I think she's got a head wound."
As Alexander does this, he notes Chelsea flying into the plane as well. "Whew, that's hotter than I thought. I'm not gonna be able fly them out. Even though I'm not hurt, I don't think my forcefield will protect them from the heat. I'm going to zip to the upper floor and try to find those three people you were talking about."
Chelsea/Blayze flies up to the crash site and inspects the area visually. Preception: She swoops back down to hover above the ground high enough to communicate to the others easily. "The flames are pretty bad up there, but it didn't feel too hot to me. I think I might protected against fire. I might be able to fly in and try to get some people out."
"Whatevs...Hey, we should do code names, right? Like Ajax did! Or them guys in the movies. I was thinking of Blayze, you know, with a 'Y'.
"Aaaanyway," Chelsea says, "here they are. The uniforms David designed for us. Or, at least, the prototypes. He's waiting to start work on the final versions until everyone picks out at color pallet. Although, I rather like the black."
"Hey, doc," Chelsea addresses Lucretcia, "You said something about tests. You want us to go to a lab or something," she says, gesturing at the medical center,"So you can take our blood and have us pee in a cup?"
"Chelsea Nguyen." she says, holding out her hand.
"Well, if you'd like, I can take your measurements and take them to him myself. That way, at least he only knows I'm involved, and doesn't know your identities. And Mr. Brain there," she says pointing at Alex, "Can do his thing from nearby to see if telling him was bad idea."
"I have a friend who's a designer. I bet he could whip us up something a little more modern," Chelsea offers. "Well," she admits, "He's my friend's dad, but still..."
Chelsea, who has already "costumed up", effectively, with her pink eye mask and change of hairstyle, nods. "My thoughts exactly," she says, holding a finger up to her mask. "We're not the first ones. There was that guy Ajax, when I was a kid. All he could do was throw dirt clods with his mind. And there was a guy in China in the 80s who could fly or something. But we're...way more amped up than those guys."
Chelsea seems distant, something bothering her, but she doesn't appear to want to discuss it. After a few minutes, she says "Things are a mess out east. Cops and emergency services all over down by Willis AFB. I could hardly get home."
Chelsea is wearing a black leather top replete with buckles and a pink sash over her eyes. Her hair is pulled to the opposite side of her head as it was before, covering the shaved section and giving her a quite different appearance. She sets foot lightly on the roof of the parking garage, before carefully allowing her full weight to drop onto her feet.
Chelsea rolls her eyes. Yeah, it will be real easy to sneak out of the house and get all the way downtown at midnight...oh, wait! she thought. It WILL be easy because I can freakin' fly now! "Catch you later," the young Vietnamese American says as she heads toward the parking garage. Just enough time to stop by Joshua's house on the way home...
Chelsea hovers behind the creature at a safe distance and blasts again with her energy attack.
Chelsea is not without resources. Concentrating, she blasts the energy out of a free hand at her opponent.
"Better plan? With those things out there ripping people up, I say we look for a better plan on the road! YOLO b*tchs!" Chelsea flies out the door and blasts the nearest alien.
"That was LIT!", the Chelsea says suddenly. She hops over the back of the lounge chair she's sitting in to run over and talk to the others. But instead of running, she finds herself floating in the air, moving slowly both toward them and upward. "Hey, TF?"
Another energy beam lashed out from Chelsea at the 2nd creature.
Chelsea stares at her hand, which just produced some sort of laser beam. Her brow furrows, but she brings herself to try the same stunt again:
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Chelsea screams, and throws up her arm defensively. Unexpectedly, a powerful light builds up in her palm and fires at one of the aliens.
"Umm...guys..." the young woman says to anyone listening, "What they hell are those things?
As Lucretcia heads back toward the hospital, she passes a young woman of partial Asian heritage, heading toward her car. "Hey, you don't know what's going on, do you? I really need to get home."
Chelsea hesitates a few moments, not sure what to do. She knew the back room of the shop would offer some safety, but she'd already locked up. Work was over; she really didn't want to end up stuck there. She pulled out her phone to text Joshua, and walk-ran across State Street to the parking garage in front of the hospital. She paused long enough to catch a glimpse of a guy across the street, seemingly faced with the same decision she'd just made. Other than him, she didn't see anyone in the streets. Odd that her messenger seemed to have bombed out... |