Portal a dû se téléporter dans la cellule pour récupérer D'ren. Dès qu'elle s'est approchée pour lui prendre l'épaule, l'Inconnue s'est éternue et s'est approchée, prenant la sienne, s'emparant étroitement de son biceps dans une tentative de lui causer de la douleur, et contournant également le collier qui l'empêchait d'atteindre ses capacités. Ce dernier n'a pas fonctionné, malgré sa tension. Elle l'a téléporté hors de la cellule et D'ren a essayé de la jeter aux barreaux tout en brisant pour la sortie, mais s'est arrêtée quand il a vu Dream-scape dans sa cellule. Il l'a regardée, comme s'il se souvenait de quelque chose.
" Ne me le rappelle pas. Ce n'était pas mon choix. " Portal a dit qu'elle retournait au groupe mais ensuite elle s'est arrêtée à mi-chemin et a regardé le méchant et a dit "Appelez-moi "chaud" encore une fois et vous voudrez que vous soyez mort."
Brûlé de sa transe, D'ren a regardé en arrière à Portal et a hurlé d'un sourire malicieux.
Portal a regardé tout le monde et a levé sa voix au-dessus de l'alarme.
" Très bien. Je me fiche de qui vous êtes ou étiez avant la guerre et je me fiche que vous vous haïssiez. Pour l'instant, il y a deux options pour chacun d'entre vous. Suivez - moi, échappez - vous, puis rendez - vous à ces invités non invités que nous avons sur notre planète (...) ou échappez - vous par vous - même. " Elle a laissé les mots accrocher un peu dans l'air pour l'effet, puis a continué à parler "Mais. Laissez-moi vous dire que vous n'arriverez pas loin. Nous avons des bogies qui arrivent en chaleur et sans vos pouvoirs, votre rien contre une armée. Tout de suite. Allons-y. Ceux qui veulent prendre vos risques, soyez mes invités. Tous les autres, suivez-moi. "
Il s'est tourné vers Portal, puis Elis. "Débarrassez-moi de ce satané truc," s'écria-t-il, pointant sur le collier en restreignant son pouvoir.
Ils ont ignoré l'Inconnu et il gémit mais se tourna pour voir Portal téléporter Dream-scape de sa cellule. D'ren se dirigeait déjà vers son archi-rival avant que Portal n'ait même ordonné à quelqu'un de la prendre.
"Elle vivra", grogne-t-il avant d'attraper Dream-scape par son col et de la porter jusqu'à ses pieds. "Allons-y, bint. On dirait que je t'ai enfin eu, hein?"
Alors que tout le monde courait, D'ren essentiellement traîné Dream-scape à travers les couloirs, la faisant trébucher sans liste beaucoup. Quand ils sont arrivés à la sortie, D'ren s'est arrêté dans ses traces, regardant à travers le trou dans le mur au chaos et à la mort. Il s'inclina lentement avec un sourire.
« C'est ce dont je parle », a-t-il dit, et comme un portail lui a offert son bras de côté, D'ren a retiré le couteau de combat de la jeune femme de la gaine sur sa cuisse et lui a souri en parlant de trahison. "Pousse-toi."
D'ren a suivi les autres à l'extérieur et jeté Dream-scape dans la terre pour qu'il puisse tourner et plonger son couteau confisqué profondément dans le cou d'une charge Skit. -- Oui! Il s'est emparé d'autant de viciosité qu'il a pu se rassembler en une seule syllabe. "Vous aimez ça?"
La créature a frappé dans l'agonie tandis que l'infâme Irlandais a tordu la lame du couteau de combat en allers et retours dans le cou du garde, libérant quelques gallons de goo sur ses mains et ses bras. Après ça, D'ren a vu une cabane à quelques mètres du chemin. Il savait que c'était là que les extraterrestres avaient placé les tenues des héros et des méchants. Leurs armes avaient été conservées ailleurs, ou détruites...
Il a jeté un coup d'œil à Dream-scape. "Je reviens tout de suite. Ne meurs pas sur moi. Si quelqu'un veut te mettre fin, ce sera moi."
On s'est enfuis jusqu'à la cabane, tuant un autre Skit. Mais cette fois, il a dû éviter quelques explosions d'énergie d'un bras de côté extraterrestre. L'une des explosions lui a arraché le bras gauche. Grimaceant dans une douleur modérée, D'ren a frappé le Skit, conduisant la lame dans l'œil du Skit, jusqu'à la nuque.
Une fois à l'intérieur, D'ren a traîné quelque chose pendant une minute avant de sortir. Quand il l'a fait, il était très contrarié. Apparemment, les Skits avaient déplacé son poussoir en cuir dans une autre cabane après qu'il en eut été dépouillé en traitement. Il a regardé autour de lui, se demandant où il pourrait être. Il n'allait pas laisser ça là-dedans.
Notant un autre ennemi, il a lancé son couteau sur un Skit qui regardait en avant et en arrière entre D'ren et Dream-scape. Il pensait peut-être ou pas à sa sécurité... Le couteau s'est terminé au-dessus de l'extrémité et s'est coincé dans le côté de la créature. Il a crié dans l'agonie et a enlevé la lame avec l'une de ses nombreuses griffes. Le temps qu'il regarde vers le haut, D'ren courait dessus, prêt à sauter et atterrir sur son corps blessé.
Mais un soldat voisin a tiré dans la tête avec un fusil. D'ren est venu à une halte de dérapage par le corps de la Skit, puis a frappé le soldat dans la tête et a pris son fusil. Imbécile. Il s'est aussi penché pour récupérer la dague de combat qu'il a lancée sur le sketch mort-vivant.
Il est retourné à Dream-scape. "Laissons tomber", a-t-il dit, la ramassant par son bras. Il s'est retourné et a hurlé d'une griffe à Portal et de ses soldats et héros : « Ils n'ont pas besoin de nous... même s'il est vrai, probablement pour des raisons différentes. »
En l'éloignant du groupe, l'infâme se dirigeait vers une sortie qu'il croyait non gardée. Ce n'était pas le cas.
Take the universe and grind it down to the finest powder and sieve it through the finest sieve and then show me one atom of justice, one molecule of mercy.And yet people act as if there is some ideal order in the world, some Rightness in the universe, by which it may be judged
Name : Elis Saal
Alias : Ignis
Age : 31
Gender : Female
Allegiance : Hero 
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Elis has two resoundingly different appearances, one for when she is out and about in her normal guise, and one when she is patrolling the city as a Hero! Of sorts, at least. More like, a person that generally stops people being dicks with other people, more than a hero.
When normally active, Elis has short black hair, and wears a subtle, unintrusive latex suit, covering her from neck to toe, and with only her head exposed, under whatever clothes she decides to wear for the day, so it is only generally her hands and occasionally her neck that is obviously latexed. She wears a pair of glasses, totally fake but for the show. Through these, her blue eyes can be seen, and her face has a soft, perfect look to it, as if she spends several hours a day in front of a mirror applying moisturizer and makeup for the perfect complexion. She has ample breasts, and a lithe frame, something that would make her generally attractive for a few people, until they found the reason for why she wore the suit, at least, the reason she claimed.
In her hero form, Elis changes so much she is barely recognisable. Ditching the latex for a deep red halterneck corset, a very short pair of pants, and some incredibly vibrant pair of red ballet heels, she shows off a great deal of her flawless skin, and flants a firey pattern on everything she wears. This, along with her name, clues everyone in to her powers immediately, and so they can work to counter her, and take advantage of the fact that she is so obviously putting her powerset on show. Another large change is the colour of her hair and eyes, taking a very sharp nose-dive to a pure white, and removing the need for any sort of mask. Her hair also stands on end, spiky as if gelled into a mohawk. She wears a flashy pair of gauntlets that look very high-tech and are clearly the source of her power.
Power Set: Bio-Electrokinesis: Ignis naturally generates a much higher Electromagnetic Field than most humans, and can use this to her advantage, making the super powers from her own body. Ignis' main power is, despite the fire natured name and motiff, electrokinesis. She can only control the electricity that she produces herself, but she can use this to her advantage, throwing lightning bolts around, and uterlizing it to have an electromagnetic powerset. Originally used so she could actually wear the hellish Ballet Boots without tripping, she has since become accustomed to them, and now can uterlize it for lifting metal objects, and launching them and hypersonic velocity. This bio-electricity renders her immune to practically everything electrical based, as she simply absorbs the energy. It also allows her to gain a degree of super reflexes and strength by charging her nervous system and muscular system, but this negates her manifestation while she is using it, and her powers can only sustain overcharging one system at a time. The same is said about her healing powers, which negate the rest of her powers while being active. She can also charge her electromagnetic powers into a compressed ball and then release a pulse to fry everything remotely electronic in the surrounding area.
Background story: Ignis, born Eliane Saal - but much preferring Elis - was not one who looked to the horizon for anything. Life, was just life. She had a distinct inability to work, socially, so had few friends, and didn't get along with her parents because she didn't really know how to get along with them, and they simply brushed her off as being weird when she was nine, so she decided that humans were not worth the effort. But, what she did have, was an abundance of drive and talent in online forums, spinning out many different guises to fill the days, weeks and months of apathy between school.
However, one day, she blew up her room's light-bulb by touching the switch. It made her jump, but she passed it off as a dicky fuse, a theory that was then proven false when she blew up her computer as well by touching that. Through secret trial and error, hidden at the bottom of her room away from anything electrical and with several metal objects, she found her that her everything were electrical. And, that she couldn't be shocked either - which she discovered by sticking her tongue on a piece of metal she was touching - which led to an awkward question. How the hell was she going to tell her parents that she had suddenly become some sort of, lightning girl? And if she couldn't turn it off, how was she going to do anything in this world of increasing electrical reliance. In five minutes she had a whole list of things that would be destroyed by her touching them, and with her growing interest and skill with all manner of electronic engineering, this was going to suck, a lot. So, instead, she ran to the bathroom and pulled on the rubber gloves used for cleaning. That sorted her hands, but there was the rest of her that was a problem, so she stole out of the house, and went to a certain, shop, she knew. There she bought herself a catsuit in a skin-colour, and spent the next hour fighting to get it on before finally succeeding and returning home. Her parents didn't really care, she was always weird, and her school didn't care either.
So, over the next few years, she went everywhere in it, but also avoided people to reduce the risk of accidents, while working on a book in her spare time over a new computer she got. It was quite ironic, being about a girl who had suddenly gained powers she had no idea what to do with, but she changed details up enough that nobody knew it was her she was referring to. However, just before she managed to get it published, Bad Things happened, and she had to leave her town for somewhere else. Somewhere far away from her town. So, she ran to the city
of Daria. Having some terrible luck, she managed to get herself in a situation where she was about to be mugged, only to be saved by some caped crusader. Without really thinking, she spilled the beans on the whole electrical powers thing, and luckily, the man was kind enough to help her out with getting in under control. Something that she desperately needed because she was becoming a true wiz in her engineering hobby, and wearing latex all the time was kind of awkward to work with.
While, through extensive testing and training, it became clear her touch-to-shock would never go away, she did manage to throw a few lightning bolts, which was always cool. Drunk on the power of lightning, she created her own costume and took to the streets. But, she was kind of bad at creating costumes, so it looked, less noble hero, more something out of a late night Japanese Hentai. Even so, it was pretty liberating, for her, giving her a new and rather nutty impression of herself, making her much more, socially alive than she ever felt was possible. So she became much more of a Deva than she ever thought was possible, through several iterations of her costume, and even some evolution of her powers. She was a girl who was in love with being a superpowered woman, in love with the freedom, if she didn't really get around to heroing all that often. She more did what she wanted to do and stopped anyone who was being an asshole if she was in the general area.
However, a few years into this liberation, the world suddenly caught a cold, and Heroes dropped like flies. Elis was one of the very few that managed to survive, and she had no idea how she managed that, but it was as if fortune smiled upon her. That didn't last long, as aliens invaded and smashed the crap out of humanity. Unable to fight them down on Earth, with her powers, Elis decided to get herself caught by the hunters, and see what she could do when they took her back to their home. What kind of manipulation she could do to make their power supplies go boom. Sabotage was the best way to win when you couldn't brute-force it, after all.
Nemesis (the alias and username) : Mimic
Nemesis's story : The Sorid tale, of Mimic and Ignis. The beautiful girl dropped down Ignis' town after believing it to be an easy hunting ground, and started picking off gangsters to carve out her own empire. Ignis came around one day with tea and cookies to flirt and offer an alliance, but Mimic turned her down cold. This, turned out to be the worst thing to do, as Ignis became the nightmare of Mimic, always there, foiling every move she tried to make, crushing her plans and smiting her minions, like the first actual bit of heroing she had ever done. The emotional stress was overwhelming, but Ignis' eternal presence, prevented Mimic from removing herself from the equation, and forcing her to simply live in hell.