He nodded, and answered "Leather.  Some kinds are sturdier than others.  I was just wondering about how hard actual leatherworking is."

Victoria nodded, and replied, "You don't have to go through that trouble. But if you have it, then I'm grateful for what you can do."

  He rumbled a laugh, and said "Considering I have every intention of keeping any OTHER Demons out of Weston, by permanent means, I think I can get hold of DemonSkins fairly easy."

Victoria arced an eyebrow and asked, "Demon skin armor? While I am grateful for the sentiment, I'm not sure about the source."

  He shrugged, and said "If I catch them terrorizing people here, I'm going to kill them anyway, Victoria.  May as well get some use out of their skins, no?"

Victoria nodded.

"I suppose so..hopefully they will take a holiday themselves."

  He shrugged, and said "No promises that they will though.  Now, did you want to go anywhere specific so you can get your own shower and clean clothing in?"

"Back to my place," Victoria said. "I have a lodging at the Sutra Apartments...in the not so nice section of town."

  He nodded, and said "I'll give you a lift and growl at anyone who looks like they want to mug you.  Sound fair?"

"That sounds far," Victoria said as she made ready to leave with him.

  He grinned, and wrapped his arm around her waist, then closed his eyes, and finding the image in her mind, he blinked them to the hallway just outside her apartment!!

>>>>>>>>>To Sutra Apartments>>>>>>>>>

<=====From Shooting Star's place

The winds coursed through her hair and over her costumed form as she shot through the skies above Weston.  Somewhere below, residents of the city were treated to the blast of a sonic "boom", as she accelerated past the speed of sound.  She didn't hear it herself, up here; the boom was already behind her when it occurred.

In the bright day's light, the charged energetic trail she left behind her was hardly visible, and she was moving faster than the eye could easily follow.  This trip was a very quick one for her, and she didn't want attention.

So Jamie's boyfriend, Markos Alvarez, had attended a para-party.  And ended up being one of the few who did trigger his latent powers.  And, what had happened to him...Ariane could easily understand why he'd be freaked.  She would be too.  So the question was, where had he gone?  Markos was pretty typical gang trash, to be perfectly blunt about it.  Ariane had met him only once, and couldn't stand him.  It was depressing to think of Jamie wasting herself on him.  But that's where Jamie was, these days.

The question was, what was he going to do next?  Would he put his new "gifts" at the disposal of his gang?  Somebody had to find him and talk to him. So Ariane was that somebody.  Outside of her aunt, Jamie was the only person who knew of her secret identity.  That had happened through an accident.  Ariane lived with the concern that Jamie might one day sell her out, if she really needed or wanted the money.  But she yet held faith that her once-friend was a better person, than that.

In virtually no time, she was over Carlos' neighborhood.

If anyone could help her locate the missing Markos quick...it was Carlos Hernandez.
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  Andy soared high overhead, senses wide, feeling for the 'flavor' of Penny and Jack's emotions.  Wanting to find them as fast as he could.

A blur of red and gold flew towards Andy stopping right in front of him. "Where we searching first?"

  Andy answered "I'm up where I can move in any direction as soon as my empathic senses pick them up."  He shrugged, and then added "Guess it's an advantage of being what I am.  Highly sensitive to emotions, as they're my meat and drink."

Bill nodded scanning the horizon with his superior vision. "I'm gonna keep moving then let me know if you find anything." And in another blur he was gone.

>>>>>>>>>>From the rooftops>>>>>>>>>>>

Dragon Fist's winged visage soon could be seen by Andy.

"Good to see you, Andy. Though I wish it were under better circumstances. Have you had any luck?"

  Andy had his mind set to the feel of Jack and Penny, and when he felt the spike of suddenly readable psy-energies, he said "I've had better situations, but I just caught a spike.  Keep up or catch up."  And those large, strong wings of his angled, sending him soaring through the air, tracking the psychic energies he felt, recognized, and the flavor of them made him snarl.  Self hatred, remorse, anger, pain . . . nothing good.

Dragon Fist said nothing, but propelled himself using his draconic wings to keep up with Andy.

  Andy had been looking, aside from his wings, mostly human, but as he soared, a deep bass rumbe became audible and his body changed, tail and horns and talons and his shirt vanishing as he shifted into his true form, the Demon under the human skin emerging as he felt the beating the young man was taking.

----------------->>  Bertelli Compound

Dragon Fist followed with Andy, his draconic wings continuing to keep him close.

>>>to Bertelli Compound

Being dragged out of the portal into the sky over the outskirts of Weston, he figures his makeshift disguise should protect his identity from most observers.  Especially since his time outside the Osprey should be limited.  Quickly he climbs into the vehicle as it continues on its path towards the city, closing the small porthole behind him.  Once in the Osprey, he begins slipping on the Daystar suit, starting with the mask to activate the voice modulation.

"Alfred, place a call to Captain Hanson."

As he waits for the call to go through, he quickly continues to put on his work clothes.

Piloting the Osprey through the Portal, he begins his own search.  Looking for heat signatures or anything that pops up to show that there was someone recently in the vicinity of where he is looking.

"Alfred, try to tap in to Social Media, News Broadcasts, Emergency Calls.  Anything that speaks or shows pictures of a creature someone isn't able to identify or missing person reports.  See if there is anyone using HAM Radios.  Maybe we will get lucky and there are some Cryptid enthusiasts around here.  We need to use as many eyes as we can."

Night meant hunting and that's exactly what Seraph was doing. As usual she was on the prowl for the men who had shattered her life but she was also out here for another reason: her new friends had inspired her with their acceptance and the degree of caring they had shown - Antoinette in particular. She had helped selflessly helped Serena in more ways than she could possibly know. She had given her a second chance because, had she not show up when she did, Serena would not be alive today. It was time she put these powers to use for more than just looking for the people that had altered the course of her life in a fashion she would never have believed possible. It was time to help people like she had been helped.

And so it was she found herself flying over the city looking for people who needed helping and people who needed hurting.