After a few minutes of awkward silence the limo finally came to a stop.

"We're here!" Blair exclaimed joyfully.

The driver exited the car and opened the door for the passengers to exit. Blair quickly stepped out and was greeted by the door man.

"Hello Ms. Blair. Your suite has been filled with food and other things of that nature to welcome your guest."
"Thank you."

Blair led the small group of heroes to the 33rd floor of the high rise apartments. They walked down a wide hallway until finally stopping at a door marked 190F. Blair retrieved the key from her purse and opened the door.

Inside the large and luxurious apartment was filled with expensive furniture and appliances. The view overlooked all of New York city.

"Make yourselves comfortable."

"Question," starts Chris looking through the window pane, "do you bloody own New York? Or just all the good bits?" he asks raising his eyebrows at the view.

"The recording we took. Just before the studio was attacked. If we can show these supers the recording they might straighten out. It'll make things so much easier." The sandwich was finished and she bit into it with a satisfied groan. "Just a thought."

"fancy" Ray say's quietly, as he stairs at a large plasma screen. he picks up the remote and starts flicking through channels

"tonight, a drug lab eplod-" *click*
"super girl makes an apperan-" *click*
"mysterious man beats up a pedistr-" *click*
"trash can blo-" *click*
Ray turns off the TV,
"figures, i find the nicest TV in new york and nothings on" Ray mumbles to himself, "how do you afford these things?" Ray calmly asks Blair as he wipes the dust off his aviators.

James whistled appreciatively as he walked into the apartment's opulent surrounds. Propping the crowbar up against the sofa, he looked out of the high-rise window, smiling as he saw a line of yellow taxi's stretching into the distance.

"Niiiice, very nice."

He turned back to the others, hearing their questions for Blair.

Yorgmiester:

OOC

Blair smiled as the others asked her questions. Taking a bottle of water out of the refrigerator she walked over to the group.

"My parents", she said calmly. "Both of them are the heads of a multi-billion corporation."

She uncapped the bottle and took a sip. "They buy me these things and think that it makes up for the fact that they never spent any time with me as a child."

Blair laughed and sat down on a nearby chair. She had divulged too much to the small group of heroes. She hated telling people about herself or expressing any type of emotion.

"Enough about me. Where are you three from?"

"I don't think that would be wise," said the robot, shaking his head, "To acknowledge the existence of the powers would likely get unwanted attention. Carter left the Company, but it didn't collapse once she had gone. They will likely still have records concerning us, and the power-manifestations in general, and will be simply waiting for the next occurrence"

"Arizona," smirks Chris at the window, "left after I nearly blow a friend up," he laughs coldly as he turns to the others, "been here ever since, you two?" he nods to James and Ray.

"New Mexico, left after the murder of my parents, been here for 2 months" Ray say's "figured I'd be safe here, i guess i was mistaken" Ray looks over at James "well? what about you"

James gave a small smile.

"Across the pond, from London. I had to get away, start somewhere new. America seemed as good a place as any."

He looked around at the others.

"If you don't mind me asking, d'you have anything to drink here?"

Ray looks at James with a smile

"a drink would be great, i think its been a long day for all of us" Ray's say's happily "exploding bins and buildings"
"got any vodka?" Ray asks

Shifty could hear some talking coming from inside the apartment then the young man he was following opened the door "Yea?" the man asked in an annoyed tone. Shifty quickly went back into his customary basic human, non-girl, non-guy and blank body and face but still in the suit and said "I know about your 'power' and I just want to talk. The girl can come out to, if she wants to. This is her apartment after all."

Ryan was, of course, surprised by the sudden shape change of the man, and his (he, she, it? He couldn't tell, actually) new appearance. He tried his best to not look surprised, however, but since a million thoughts, fears, reliefs, and instincts had instantly flooded his mind, he just... froze.

Oh my god! What? No! That can't be... that can't be possible! Another one? Really? Oh my god! That's awesome! Another person with pow- no wait he's dangerous! He has powers like me and Amy, maybe stronger, he could be here to kill us! But he would have done that already, wouldn't he? I mean, I've been standing here with my mouth open for several seconds now, wouldn't he have attacked? Maybe he's waiting to catch us both in one shot ...

By now he had been simply standing there for almost ten seconds as the thoughts barraged his head. Any chance of convincing this guy of anything other than the truth had been blown. Damn. All he could do now was be cautious.

"Alright." Ryan straitened up, releasing his iron grip on the doorknob. "We can... talk, but we'll start here, at the door. What is it you want? Maybe you can convince me i should trust you." The words came out rather forceful, and steady, and... strong, which wasn't something Ryan had ever expected from his own mouth, especially in a situation like this. He wasn't sure what had stirred up that buried facet of his character (well, he could make one pretty good guess), but he liked it.

"I know about your 'power' and I just want to talk. The girl can come out to, if she wants to. This is her apartment after all."

Amy stiffened, and pried the door open slightly. She stood back within the safety of the door, leaning heavily against its frame. She was surprised that she was still conscious- she must be running on adrenaline. Or maybe she was becoming even stronger against these massive bursts of energy.

The person in the front door was curious- she could only see his face over Ryan's shoulder. His skin was grey, almost lifeless and cold. At least, she assumed it was a he- it looked so much like both genders, bearing the best facial features of each. In a way, 'he' reminded her of the feminine male elves in their flowing robes that she had seen pictures of as a child. Although, she doubted that was what this morphing man truly was.

She noted the strength in Ryan's voice and relaxed a bit- her shoulders didn't droop, but her face softened. Perhaps her little outburst hadn't been all bad luck. Peeking through the bedroom door, she watched, hoping they would gain a new ally.

"You see I dont know who I am, what gender, age or even if im human. I have a power and so do you so I thought you might be able to help." shifty said almost hopefully. Hope, it was a strange and uncomfortable emotion and he did not care for it all to much but if these people could help him find out who or what he was then it would be worth it.

"Well, they're hardly the most subtle lot. Just earlier they were about to kill each other with super powers in the middle of a crowd and blowing stuff up. If we show them the recording, maybe they'll learn not to do that shit anymore. But I doubt it.

"If we don't act on it, someone else will."

"Theres a bar in the other room. Feel free."

Blair walked into bar area with the others and pointed to the cabinet. Inside it contained a multitude of different liquors.

Ray looks into the cabinet, he see's bottles of all different shapes and size's, a small clear vodka bottle get his attention, it was similar to the one's he saw in hotels and on planes. He quickly grabs the bottle and unscrews the cap. Ray starts sipping on the small clear bottle. He turns to the group.
"so, you guy's public about you abilities?" Ray asks.

Ryan considered the words for a moment. This "man", as he would refer to him for the time being, could be here to capture them, or kill them, or spy on them, or all three. Or his story could be true, maybe he really didn't know who he was, and was just looking for help. He couldn't see anything in the person's demeanor or attitude that suggested either way, in fact the man's face was quite expressionless, and his body language gave away almost as much emotion as a log. He got the impression that this guy would make the perfect liar.

For some reason, though, Ryan felt that he should believe him. He knew all too well that feelings could betray you, however, so it wouldn't hurt to still be cautious. He eyed the man darkly for another few seconds before answering.

"Alright. You can come in. But i'm watching you, so don't try anything." He doubted whether or not he really would be able to stop this guy if he tried something, but there were two of them, and one of him, so if worst came to worst, they'd stand a fighting chance. At least for long enough to let her run.

He opened the door and stepped to the side, letting the man in, then shut the door and walked closely behind him. "Have a seat" he motioned to one of the chairs to the right of the couch, near the window. It was on the far side of the room, so he and Amy would be between the man and the nearest exit, and the man would be close to a several-story fall. He figured it was the best setup.

He sat down on the right side of the couch, then glanced at the bedroom door with a reassuring look.

James eagerly helped himself to a small bottle of gin from the cabinet. Seeing a small fridge, he opened it to get to the small freezer tray, and helped himself to a couple of ice cubes which he dropped into a glass, along with some slices of lemon that he squeezed in. Tipping the gin over the icy mixture of lemon juice and wedges, he savoured the cold burning of the juniper liquor and smiled.

"Not in the slightest, it brings more trouble than it's worth."

"Case and point," sighs Chris quietly.

He looks at the drinks cabinet and scoffs, "hate that stuff," he looks to James drinking the gin , "how can you poison yourself with that crap?"

Blair took another sip of her water.

"Nope. Showing my powers to others seems like a waste. Besides, people are scared of things they don't comprehend. Showing non-powered folks our abilities would scare the living crap out of them."

James grinned.

"Because it tastes goooooood."

He took an extra large swig, hiccuping slightly after he swallowed, sending a small electrical spark darting from him. He looked at his glass.

"Hmmm, it's not Gordon's, but it is pretty good."

"there's a lot of things worse for you then alcohol" Ray says Chris, as he sip's on the small vodka bottle. "i guess i was a little too public today"

As Ryan allowed the stranger to enter, Amy slipped out slowly from behind the door, moving onto the other side, and then leaned back against the door, sliding it shut. She watched the stranger as he crossed the room. Everything about his being was... off. Expressionless, emotionless, dull but intriguing. She found herself staring, and looked away, toward Ryan.

He seemed just as perplexed as her- though more stiff. He was ready for a fight, should the need come for it- she was not, as a second cloud of golden light drifted outward from her throat and vanished in the air, smelling faintly of apple grass, and causing her to cough quietly. Her eyes fixed again on the stranger as she crossed the room, sinking into the couch beside Ryan.

A moment of silence passed, before Amy spoke. "We... I might know a little of how you're feeling." She had no clue what her power meant, where it had come from, or how to control it. The stranger was alike, in a way- if not worse.

"My name is Amelia... or Amy. This is Ryan."

Lupo had slightly lost the scent of Blair, but had figured she must be much higher above ground than she was previously. He planned to wait until nightfall then locate this woman he was so very infatuated with.

"I must meet this woman!" he growled and rolled into a tight ball on the ground, drifting off to sleep until nightfall.

Exictednuke:

i have a felling......

Yorgmiester:

Exictednuke:

i have a felling......

Nah, Lupo is just a misunderstood werewolf that lacks social skills...

Yorgmiester:

Exictednuke:

i have a felling......

Nah, Lupo is just a misunderstood werewolf that lacks social skills...

Ray slouched back into the one of the many chairs in the bar, very nice set up this woman had going on.

"I'm afraid I don't have a name to give, feel free to call me what ever you want. I guess you would want a demonstration of my 'power' so you know what to expect." shifty said stifly as he got up and picked up a ornamental pot with decorative twists and turns and placed it gently on the coffee table. He then kneeled on the ground and his entire body turned into a thick, grey liquid that slowly moved into the shape of the pot. After a few minutes in the uncomfortable form of the pot he reversed the transformation untill he was back into his human shape. He then walked back to his seat and sat down slowing, studying the expresions on the faces of the two young people sitting on the couch. "So what can you do?"

Ryan watched closely as the man turned into a pot. He had to admit, this was a really cool power. A shapeshifter, eh? This entire situation just gets crazier and crazier... he's like something from a movie. The pot then turned back into the man, who then walked back to his seat and sat down. After a moment of silence, he asked "So what can you do?"

Hmmm... i think Shifty will do. It fits his power, and the word "shifty" is the exact opposite description of the way he acts. Kind of ironic, really.

"Well, Shifty... I can manipulate any solid object that touches my skin, like so." He grabbed a stack of coasters siting nearby, held them up, and then turned his hand over as if to drop them on the floor. Instead, they liquefied and dangled from his hand in the form of a small blob. It then rose up and curled around his wrist, then flattened and stretched out to cover his entire hand like a glove. He did a few more little tricks with it, then set the blob back down on the table, where in a few seconds it had turned back into a stack of coasters. "There are a lot more possibilities, but yea, basically that."