He looked out the helicarrier window, It was such a clear night, the half-moon shone bright in the sky, Some of the lights from the helicarrier blocked out most of the stars, It would be nice to get back to New York, having spent  2 weeks in the sky’s of Malaysia thanks to Hydra.
William gathers some files from his desk tapping them down to adjust the papers inside he hears a knock at the door of his office.

“Come in.”

The door opens and the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D Maria Hill walks in, she has a tray in one hand with two paper cups and a fairly thick file tucked under her arm.

“William.” She says with a small smile.

“Ugh! Coffee and a smile? What’s going on Director?” he says in a sort of bemused tone.

“What? I can’t stop in and say hi anymore? And it’s just Maria ” she says feigning insult and handing him one of the cups.

“You can always stop in and say hi, but it almost never just ends there. Please don’t tell me we’re not going home.” He takes the offered cup and pops off the lid taking a sip.

“No, no. We’re heading back to New York. But I wanted to talk to you about Malaysia. Turns out Hydra was more help than they thought they would be.” She said her finger tapping the folder now in her hand.

“Well someone there won’t be happy to hear that. But now you have my attention.”   He said putting his files  to the side to make room for the one Maria had.


She put it the file on his desk and watch as he went around to sit back down. William glanced at Maria and then the file. Sitting down he opened it and started sifting through the pages.

“How did Hydra get our files? Wait… I haven’t seen this.”   He said flipping a photo over to show Maria.

“That’s what I mean, These are not our files. There are many similarities but some nice juicy bonus’s we haven’t seen.” She says picking up the picture. “ The picture Depicts a long dark haired woman in a two toned suit crouched down to the ground with her left fist hitting the ground knocking back about 6 Hydra agents.
“According to the Hydra agent that filed the report after the attack. She calls herself SpiderWoman. The report says they were attempting to recruit her. There are a couple more super-powered  people in the file that we didn’t have. So info in this file brings me to you.” She say’s her eyes studying the picture some more.

William wasn’t sure if Maria was searching for more clues or studying the woman in the picture sorta envious. Not that she needed to be, William has seen Maria in action. She was quite the fighter and Markswoman.

Maria continued. “ With all the Hydra issues S.H.I.E.L.D doesn’t have the time or manpower to spend on this. I’ve asked to have you in charge of our Task force Division.”

William’s brows creased in confusion. ” Task Force Division?”

Maria Nodded. “ I want you to assemble a team and follow up on our files and Hydra’s. We need to know what the world is up against and which of these Supers are dangerous and which aren’t. With your background I think you’d be the perfect fit.”

William sat back in his chair quietly for a few minutes making Maria a little uncomfortable, he looked up at her Shaking his head slightly in a no fashion. Maria was confused, she thought he would like this but then she caught Williams smile.

“I’m so gonna regret this but where and when do we start?”   he said finishing his coffee….

Maria gave a small smile, I have a couple candidates that may be of interest to you. Covert agents have been out on the field investigating some potential candidates. she says flipping to the back of the large Hydra folder...

It was a couple weeks since his last discussion with Maria Hill about project Task Force, William was now set up in his new office in lower Manhattan. They chose an old base in the Whitehall district  near Battery park. The main floor looked like every other warehouse building.  A few offices in the front and a large storage area in the back. What the rest of the city wasn’t aware of is the other half a few miles below the surface.

William sat at his desk, pressed a button on it and the top of the desk rolled back and an illuminated keyboard appeared before him along with  three monitors that came up from the top of the desk....



TBC in Solo Threads...

{Bloodrager}

The jet head towards the Atlantic far from civilian eyes. for use of entrance 3 to the new Task Force base, The water separates and the jet hovers over the opening. In stealth mode
Agent 43 request landing permission. Package Big Red delivery
Permission granted. Please proceed came an automated voice.
The jet entered the opening and followed the tunnel under the Atlantic which lead to the bases under water hangar.
The jet rolled into position and the doors opened,
This is your stop. the agent said. Unbuckling the belt and getting set to step out.

Once outside the jet both men could see William standing near the stairs that lead to the upper platform.

I hope the flight wasn’t too much trouble for you Sword? William said signing the agent’s pad. He looked at Agent 43  get yourself a quick bite and you can return back to the helicarrier.
The agent nodded and left through the doors of the hangar.
William turned to look at Sword again.
Hungry? Do you need anything? He winced a little at the last question. He remembered the last time he talked with Sword… William gave a small sigh…



{Barbarian}

as Kent entered the building he walked into the office it looked like every other office building a 15’ long hallway about 12’ wide lead to double doors. Opening the door and you entered into a brightly light office  an arched oak desk with several monitors was just about 10 feet paste the double door  on each side of the office were several offices and at the back wall was an elevator with book shelves on either side.
As the double doors closed behind Kent a Holographic image of a woman with her dark hair in a bun and glasses holding an Ipad appeared,

Hello and Welcome, Please state your name and reason for your visit with us today?

Today was going to be hectic, Most of the people he tried to recruit should be showing up at some point throught the day. He had set up the Holographic receptionist to grant those people access to the lower Lvl and direct them to the common area until he was ready.
He still needed to go through some files of what mission he wanted to start. But he needed to know how many were actually going to show up.

He grabbed his phone and sent a TXT to the number Harbinger had given him. Working on your request. He wasn’t sure how much he’d be able to accomplish in setting something like that up. Be it was a noble cause none the less. He fired off a couple e-mails earlier and awaited the responses hoping he would have some news for Harbinger should she show up.


<b> Cue Those that have accepted to show up

It had been a long busy period of time. Her introduction to Penny Starr had been unique. Usually all she had to do was comfort or assure. Penny had been pressed too far she would have done the deed herself had it not been for Harbinger. As good as it felt destroying the wicked especially when it was your own monstrous father it set you down a dark road.

 She helped Penny say what she felt, to accept everything, and to cope with the "What now?" That comes after witnessing your dreams coming true. She had introduced Penny to some of her street kid friends and taught her the basics of how to avoid the system giving her special number. Afterwards she had gotten food and took a nap in an empty hotel room having climbed in through the balcony. Now she was on her way to meet this guy who wanted her on some super team.

She didn't care about his goals of protecting Earth. She cared about the trees not the forest. But it was something. She sat on the roof taking a few breaths before climbing down the back of the building and heading in the front pretending to be normal. If he could deliver his end she could make a home for the innocent. Somewhere the downtrodden could escape to . So they wouldn't end up broken and twisted like her.

In reply to William Naslund (msg # 3):

Getting out of his seat once unbuckled, Sword of Cup followed the agent off of the jet, placidly obeying any directions he was given. But while William was handling the paperwork with the pad, the barbarian was looking left. Looking right. Looking up and down. In his head and before his mental vision, the opening of a cartoon episode was playing from his matrix.

... Fangbone, Fangbone
Short of height but tall of fight
Fangbone, Fangbone
In a cave he sleeps at night ...

Was this a dungeon? He didn't know, but was trying to check for traps nonetheless. He didn't have Mask of Sword's thieving and disguise abilities, but he felt better at least trying to spot any. Not that he'd do very well trying to hunt monsters on his own, with his sword. Although... the thought reminded him, he should ask permission before attempting to go after something, in case it was a SHIELD unit that just looked different. SHIELD person, oops. Fortunately, blushing was anything but visible with his complexion.

"Flight will be restful," he answered the first question. "Water is being appreciated, sir." Sword of Cup did not need Heart of Heart's control to remember his manners and that William was a superior here.

SWORD

William watched sword look around once Sword answered still wasn’t use to how Sword talked,  nor how he seemed to examine everything as if it was the first time he’d seen it, He wondered if Big Red would adapt well to the team. Hopefully Doc could help in that department. Of course. This way. they walked out of the hangar and in front of them was a fairly large open area, The dining room in front of them was walled in glass on 2 sides.
Walking up the hall the area opened up again to the common area on their left and to a large spiral staircase that lead down in front of them. He turned to his right and pointed into the Dining room and Kitchen area.  William pointed to the water cooler that could be seen in the back of the room.
Glasses are in the cupboard. he pointed not really sure which one the glasses were in. I’ll have to look around myself as I’m not sure exactly what we have and where He admitted.


Harbinger


As the double doors closed behind Evelyn a Holographic image of a woman with her dark hair in a bun and glasses holding an Ipad appeared,
Hello and Welcome please state your Name and The person your appointment is with?
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Once inside as the creepy hologram spoke her face was hidden by her symbiote mask as she looked at it. She tilted her head. "Harbinger. And I'm here to see the shadey dude who hands out business cards at night." she answered sarcastically observing the room from all angles simultaneously. With tech like this maybe she should have asked for more. Hmm.... Nah her Haven wasn't going to be perfect just excellent. The children and teens who came there had to be prepared for adulthood. Hmm that gave her an idea.

Hello Harbinger, I would assume you are referring to Mr. Naslund. The hologram gestured to the elevator in the back of the office.

Please use the elevator on the far wall, and welcome to Task Force.

The hologram vanished and the elevator door opened awaiting it's passenger
.

She didn't respond just heading to the elevator and headed inside waiting for it to take her to her destination. Closing her eyes thinking about what she was getting herself into.

In reply to William Naslund (msg # 7):

The red-skinned barbarian followed, watching his step and what path was being taken. He eyed the glass with peculiar intensity, not having Way of Sword's facility with mirror magic to make use of the reflective surfaces.

"Delicious in dungeon?" he asked in a confused tone of voice when he realized that he was looking at a kitchen.

He started towards the indicated water cooler, checking left and right as he went in case there were goblins, or worse, kobolds hiding in here. Not that the Blood-Red Swordsmen had yet encountered either in this world, but the instances in their matrices seemed to imply that they were common, frequently encountered monsters. Also that some goblins performed as professional dancers.

Assuming no chance encounters with something mistaken for a monster on the way, Sword of Cup approached the water cooler and put a cupped hand beneath the spigot. Pushing the button, he drank several handfuls of water rather messily before turning aside to explore the various cupboards.

In reply to William Naslund (msg # 3):

"Kent Hartford, and I'm here for a "task force" meeting". He felt slightly embarrassed although the people here already know much about him. He looked to see if there were any other people in the area. Was there anyone else being selected or was he by himself? He knew about super heroes and the teams they created but this felt less organic almost sinister.

The Green Goblin landed his glider atop the roof of the building Naslund has indicated, his GPS optics providing the flight of least resistance to the location. He wasn't about to fly a black smoke-trailing glider into the lobby of some warehouse and stink up the joint, not if they didn't deserve it. No, he was a new Goblin now. He was going to be part of a team. Working to located other heroes and villains. And then what? Well, he imagined he'd befriend some and incarcerate others.

Setting severe security protocols on his Goblin Glider to deter theft (it's hard to steal something when the flesh has been melted from your body, but the resulting charred skeleton does tend to dissuade others from trying), the Goblin strolled jauntily to the door on the roof. Leaning in to the panel next to the knobless metal door, he pushed a button on a panel next to the frame and looked up into the camera mounted above.

"It's the Fuller Brush Man!" he called.

***Sword***

Agent 43 Eyed Sword with a quizzical look as he exited and Sword entered.
William looked over to Agent 43 and back to Sword.

The agent finished up and headed out.

Sword, you are safe here, Yes this is called the kitchen  and this place is our base, Not a dungeon. There are no … William stopped himself he was going to say monsters but the sudden realization hit him.

Oh hell… I really to sit with this guy and let him know who’s coming. All I need is for him to flip on Green Goblin or Harbinger.

… dangers here. He finished the sentence. He watch Sword explore the cupboard knowing he would probably need to do the same… Just not like Sword was.

Pardon the interruption Mr.Naslund But some guests have started to arrive. a female computerized voice said from the panel on the side of the wall in the kitchen.

Thank You Jocasta, Please send them down and have them come to the common room. I will be there in a few minutes. he said into the console..

Sword…. You may see some things that could be new and surprising to you…. He tried to find the words.
William almost regretted bringing in Swords in first but he preferred having red next him instead of immediately facing someone like Doc Ock.

But again I am telling you we are not in danger. Whatever happens DO NOT ATTACK our guests. He stated the bearded Red man….




*** Barbarian***

Hello Kent, Yes Mr.Naslund is expecting you, Please use the elevator behind me and it will bring you to the required area

Once in the doors closed the elevator hummed and soon the doors opened again. The holographic receptionist now stood before you as you exited the elevator she walks Up the hall and turns to left at the end of the hallway.

Please make yourself comfortable while we wait for our other guests. Mr. Naslund. Should be here shortly.

She motions you to the common room. You can see two large love seats with a coffee table  which has Water, a large container presumably coffee and little cookies and cakes on them, between the two the middle of the common room has a large black trimmed tan rug a larger coffee table in front of a Tan 4 seat couch, a fireplace on the far wall and another love seat next to a large bookcase. There is no wall on the south side which opens up to another hallway and you can see a large circular staircase, and the glassed dining kitchen area,



***Harbinger***

Once in the doors closed the elevator hummed and soon the doors opened again. The holographic receptionist now stood before you as you exited the elevator she walks Up the hall and turns to left at the end of the hallway.

Please make yourself comfortable while we wait for our other guests. Mr. Naslund. Should be here shortly.

 As you look you see one other person in the common area Kent

** GREEN GOBLIN**

The screen on the panel lit up with audio wave lines.
Subject identified, Green Goblin the lines were replaced with a female brunettes face.

Welcome Green Goblin, Although we would appreciate the use of the front door, Access is granted for roof access. she says as you hear the click of the door releasing the locking mechanism.

Please proceed to the next floor where the elevator will be waiting to bring you to the required meeting area. .

Landing right in front of the entrance of the building, Spider-Man double checked the card he was given just to make sure he didn't read the directions wrong. He then opened the door, entering the building. "Hello?" said, hoping that he was in the right place.

In reply to William Naslund (msg # 14):

The big guy paused in his careful ransacking of cupboards (careful, as in he avoided breaking anything and put things back where he found them more or less once he ascertained there wasn't any obvious treasure in a given cupboard other than spices which made sense belonging in a kitchen) to listen to William. He blinked stupidly a few times, digesting that. "Not dungeon?" he asked, a bit rhetorically as he understood the statement well enough.

He continued to pay attention as Jocasta interrupted, taking mental note of her as a presumed female SHIELD unit in the staff. His ring suddenly lit up when William spoke again, completely limned by the crimson glow, and he put what was in his hands back in the cupboard.

Heeding the instruction not to attack, the hive mind rendered Sword of Cup's sword grace inactive, shutting down his barbarian class aspects along with the principle of violence. Though locked away from using his physical body, Sword felt suddenly timid and frightened inside.

"Guests have arrived. What am I expected to have serving them?" the big red man asked emotionlessly, the housekeeping/servant part of his nature bring brought to the fore as the hive mind followed what it presumed Jocasta and William meant by guests. The assumption that he would be waiting on them and bringing refreshments from the kitchen to the guests.

Whatever world the dude who'd recruited him for the Task Force lived in, it was clearly one with easy access to travel from anywhere to anywhere.  That world was not Kevin's at least not yet.  Kevin's criminal record and the heightened state of security made official air travel iffy and "unofficial" air travel expensive.

So, Kevin ended up accept Gavin Labourtraex's offer to help him run a load a cigs to New York City.  Which meant spending was felt like an eternity in a truck cab with a flatulent Cajun with truly awful taste in country music (not that Kevin thought there was such a thing as good taste in country music).  Still, he got to NYC and got a decent chunk of change for his efforts.  A nicked maid's key even got him a shower at a Hamnpton and a place to change clothes.

Soon enough he'd made his way to the address on the card.  "Bloom, party of one," he told the person at the desk.

Harbinger walked into the area where the other person was. Her costume had shifted into her black full body suit and hood along with her mask. Her sharp fangs were closed deciding not to do the menacing prehensile tongue. She felt out of place here but remembered her visit to Youtube headquarters to "politely discuss" demonetization off he chanel. While this visit wasn't going to be as aggressive as that one at least she felt more comfortable in an office building. She closed her eyes behind the mask and stood near the wall letting the symbiote form a chair underneath her which she sat on comfortably.

Kent saw the new person enter the room. He couldn't see too much detail due to the "Costume". Their appearance only made the sinister feeling of this whole ordeal even worse. "Hello" Kent said to the entity sitting on the flesh chair.

Harbinger spoke without opening her eyes under the mask after all it wasn't like he could tell. "Are you here for Operation "SuperCops" too?" she asked in her altered voice that sounded somewhat insidious while crossing her legs and tenting her fingers to look more mysterious.

The elevator took Norman from the roof to it's final destination, sliding open politely as it came to a smooth halt. However old the building was, he noticed, the elevator was much newer and more recently maintained.

Exiting the car, he strolled into the room, seeing that several people had already arrived.

"Oooh, it's the all-new Justice League! Am I late for hors d'oeuvres?" he asked with a grin.

After flashing his card and learning where to go, Kevin headed inside to find the elevators were in use so he took the stairs.  In truth he'd likely have taken the stairs anyway since the idea of being in a small steel box under someone else's control which just a little much for his hopefully healthy paranoia.  He took the opportunity to reach for his alternate threads

Cold.  Wherever his stuff went when he changed outfits, it was clearly cold there.  It made him wonder if ball-cozies were a thing.  Maybe on Etsy.  Still the cold helped with the sweat from climbing the stairs.  Never let 'em see you sweat and all that.  He opened a door and headed inside, taking in those already there.

It was a pretty eclectic bunch, that was for sure.  A couple he recognized, Spider-man (really maybe Spider-kid as short as he was) and the Green Goblin.  No wonder that guy hadn't been worried by Kevin's criminality.  There were a couple of other dudes, one with actual red skin, which, okay.  And there was a female sitting in a chair that seemed familiar but he couldn't place her.

"So, any more in this party or are we it?" he asked the group.
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***Doc Ock , Two, Bloodrager***


William looked Sword over. The shift in personality took him by surprise.
Uhmm. No just need you to accompany to the Hagar again for our next guest to arrive. Then we will join the others in the common room. No need to serve anyone.


The jet head over the Atlantic far from civilian eyes. for use of entrance 3 to the new Task Force base, The water separates and the jet hovers over the opening. In stealth mode
Agent Jones request landing permission. Assignment TaskForce.

Permission granted. Please proceed came an automated voice.
The jet entered the opening and followed the tunnel under the Atlantic which lead to the bases under water hangar.
The jet rolled into position and the doors opened,

Williams stands on the balcony above awaiting your arrival,Nest to him is a slightly bigger red colored man.
Just in time. The others are just starting to arrive I am being told. William say on their approach.

Two, Doc, I believe you have heard of Bloodrager, Bloodrager, this is Doctor Otto Octavious and Ai Lee.


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***Spiderman, Green Goblin, Darkstar, Harbinger, Barbarian***

The group seems to arrive within just a few min of each other.

The holographic receptionist Welcomes Spiderman, Green Goblin, and Darkstar in turn and indicates where to go,

As Harbinger finished asking her sentence to Barbarian about Supercops, Spiderman makes his way in, soon followed by Darkstar and about a min later Green Goblin the Holographic Secretary appeared just at the entrance of the common Room.

Hello I am Jocasta,  Please make yourselves comfortable refreshments are for everyone, Mr. Naslund will be joining you in about 2 mins. The image said.

If you require any anything please just call my name and I will offer you assistance

Spider-Man listened to the receptionist, nodding his head as he waited until they were finished before speaking. "So this is the 'team' that guy was talking about right?" He asked before giving a wave. "Hey everyone, I'm not too late, am I?"

Confused, but obedient, the hivemind listened. It was not serving the guests through this unit? Very well... learning how to understand the locals was especially complicated, as it rediscovered constantly. Sword of Cup followed William to the balcony, looking around with bland interest at everything.

He/it took in the two bodies approaching, and internally noted the usage of a singular 'is.' Verb tenses gave Heart of Heart metaphorical headaches, what with how utterly alien the linear human concept of 'time' was to the awareness from outside of everything, but singular vs. plural wasn't difficult. It was unsure which body unit was 'Doctor Otto Octavius and Ai Lee' but understood that 'Doctor' indicated either a highly educated person or a unit specialized in civilized healing methods. Was the other unit than a SHIELD agent? It seemed possible.

"Greetings. Fair meeting," the fur-clad red man said emotionlessly when introduced. His voice was baritone, with a strong accent.

"Nah," Kevin told Spider-Man.  "We still have a couple minutes before people stop being polite and start getting real."

"Seriously, am I the only one who thinks this feels like a set-up to a reality show?" Kevin asked everyone else.  "I gotta say, though, if Julie Chen walks out here, I'm bailing.  Big Brother sucks."

Harbinger sat back her head deliberately looking in a direction where nobody was. "I'm Harbinger. Can I Plug my YouTube channel here? " she pretended to be listening to an answer from the fake camera people. "Ok well just look up Bloody Vigilante. Anyway. I'm a superhero. I find monsters that prey on children and I make them suffer before they die. I've got one thousand one hundred and forty confirmed monsters slain. I'm hoping to win the Grand Prize so I can do more than just killing. I want to heal the victims. So America Help me get to the finale. Thanks!" she made the Japanese sideways peace sign into the invisible camera.

"Wow.  Okay, then.  I kind of wish we'd had those two extra minutes before we started getting real, but I guess it's out there now," Kevin replied.

"So, based on that, we have a vigilante," he said, pointing at Spider-man.

"A maybe unstable vigilante," he continued, indicating Green Goblin.

"And a definitely unstable serial-killer torture-murder junkie vigilante," Kevin finished, indicating Harbinger.

"What about you?" he asked Barbarian.  "Do you heroically rape jaywalkers to death with puppies or something?"

"Because if you do we should totally be besties," interjected the Goblin.

In reply to Darkstar (msg # 28):

Spider-Man added in as Darkstar finished"A good 'ol variety, at least  I won't find myself getting bored as long as I'm here." He then turned his attention to the Green Goblin, saying, "Hey Goblin, you've been behaving while I was busy?"

"Spidey! My savior! My mentor! My backseat driver in the camper van of heroism!" He sidles up to the wall-crawler. "As a matter of fact, if you tune in to the evening news tonight, you just might catch the aftermath of the hostage situation I broke up on Sixth Avenue earlier today! Nothing much; just saved some lives, rescued some innocents, nabbed some miscreants, snagged some sofritas. Ole, eh, old chum? Are you going to be part of the Super Friends too?"

Harbinger's head seemed to pull a Linda Blair and turn back to face the judgmental one. In reality under the suit she hadn't moved. "And what are you? A toadying sycophant whose greatest crime was using a number 3 pencil instead of a number 2? You put us a in a group but not yourself are you our stenographer?" she asked venomously.a fanged tentacle rising out of her shoulder snapping in his direction before merging back into the suit seemlessly.

"Easy there, sweetie-pumpkin.  No faulting your choice of targets," Kevin said showing his palms.

"I needed a change of pace, got the invite and here am I," Kevin non-explained.  "It's a gig economy, after all.  Gotta go where the work is."

She rose to her feet her "chair merging seemlessly back into her suit her body turned to face him. Her left hand forming a scythe her right forming a tentacle covered in fanged mouths as she stood before him. "The last person who called me sweetie ended up in pieces across the room. So dont test me". she growled.

She wanted to tear this man apart like  kids in movies tore Christmas presents open. She never had a Christmas so she wouldn't know what it was like . Her whole body was tensed ready to fight this condescending little prick, Tear him open.even I a room of potential combatants .

In reply to Green Goblin (msg # 31):

Not yet, I'm going to check out things here before making a deci- whoa what the hell?" Spider-Man stopped mid sentence  as his spider-sense picked up on Harbinger's tentacle, letting him catch a glimpse of it as he turned around before turning back to the Green Goblin. "Note to self, don't piss her off."

In reply to Harbinger (msg # 34):

Despite the unnerving nature of her powers, Kevin pasted a smirk on his face.  "Why not?  Testing you has worked out pretty well so far.  You've already shown me some of what you can do without me having to even ask."

Even as he spoke in a calm, untroubled tone (or so he hoped), Kevin gathered his power to protect himself if need be, the lights seeming to dim just a little with his power on a hair-trigger.  "You also just showed me and everyone else here that it's pretty easy to rile you up.  People who fight angry, fight stupid.  Still in most of the crews I ran with, there was always one person who got pissed easy and usually ended up as a bullet-magnet.  Good to know that niche is filled here.  Snookums."

"I've never killed anyone. That being said many people have injured or have been injured by me". As the Harbinger escalated Kent flashed white like a spotlight and a moment later in his place was a beefy action movie barbarian.

Harbinger walked back to the elevators and pressed the button. "I'm not working with an asshole like him. I never needed a team. I can go it alone. Fuck this." she muttered to herself. Her body was trembling with rage. Which it fed on eagerly.

In reply to William Naslund (msg # 23):, In reply to Bloodrager (msg # 25):

"Hello. I am Ai, this is Doctor Octavius." Offered Ai, not noticing an inclination to shake, so not offering the gesture. She had her duffel slung over one shoulder, clothing and electronic still stashed away. Which left her in her very professional skirt-suit.

Ai's brows furrowed, unsure of what exactly was going on, but was assured that Mr. Naslund would make everything clear. "There are others, are there not?" She inquired.

In reply to William Naslund (msg # 23):

"Fascinating." Otto rubbed his chin and regarded the specimen before him with a raised eyebrow. He was vaguely aware of the others entering the room but remained focused on the task at hand. His mechanical arms surveyed the room with a gentle, snakelike swaying motion. He relied on them to monitor the squabbling group while his higher brain functions could tackle the strange hive mind.

"Why are you here?" Octavius forgoes introduction and addresses the beings with a demanding tone. He was to learn this creature's motives and may as well get started immediately.

Hands holding onto the balcony rail, Bloodrager listened. So it was two names, not one? Ai Lee the female, Otto Octavius the male? Were they a breeding family? He did not ask, focusing instead on the question asked of himselves.

"William Naslund is asking me to coming with him, Doctor Otto Octavius," the red man replied with no evident emotion in his expression.
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Having arrived nearly an hour ago, Galina had had plenty of time to wander around the compound and pick her living quarters. She had settled on the bottom right most room as depicted by the map she had been shown. She figured it was the best place to find peace and quiet among the options presented, provided no monsters were being held in quarantine. Honestly she had considered turning the offer of a room down altogether, she certainly didn't plan on sleeping here, but she figured it might be beneficial in some potential scenarios.

With no plans to unpack, her stay in the room was brief. A quick inspection before stepping back into the hallway and resting her hand on the door. A minute later when she removed her hand, a glowing hand print remained. A soft pale yellow energy rose off the surface like a flame before dissipating an inch or so in the air. The mark would be visible for several minutes, but Galina didn't wait that long. She open the door again and stepped into her Vancouver apartment.

Later after a snack and some light reading, Galina returned from her doorway and made her way to the common area. While she had her full costume; scarf, cloak, gloves and broom; she elected to not cover her face. She figured that that precaution while prudent for the general public, was going to be more trouble than it was worth among allies. Besides wasn't building trust important?

Even from a distance she could sense that things were getting a bit tense in the common area. That didn't slow her down though. Casually entering the room, she walked past some of the others and took a seat on a couch in the center of the room. "So, everyone's getting acquainted?" She asked with a smile that seemed oblivious to the drama.

William Laughed with Doc’s reaction.

Otto Let’s get settled you will have more than enough time to get acquainted a help with Bloodrager. He said as he stepped back the and the doors swished open to the hall. He could hear the commotion starting…

Let us settle down the new team and I will bring you and Big Red to the lab Maybe Two can help you out with his communication. He says to Doc  and Ai and looked at Bloodrager. This should be interesting.
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<b> All together in the common room >/b>


As the group was introducing themselves and tensions mounted Williams arrived with Doc Ock, Two and Bloodrager in tow just behind White Witch,
Seeing Harbinger heading for the elevator and Barbarian in his Alter Ego form he shook his head. He did not call Harbinger back as the elevator would not come. So he instead started the intro in a loud voice to ensure she could also hear.

Ladies and gentleman, I am glad you all came, Allow me to introduce, Doctor Octopus, Two, and Bloodrager The last of Task Force’s members . With you all here this should make for quite the team.  He looks around the room to all gathered. His face suddenly went from seemingly soft spoken to a hard stern jawline.

I will make one thing clear before we start this. I’m not here to take anyone’s bullshit or to babysit ego’s nor do I expect you to take any bullshit from me! I will be upfront with the team from the start!   Despite who is here and what you know of them or don’t know of them. I did not bring you all on board to squabble about morality and criminal activities or petty personal issues. William had no real clue what had gone down and why Harbinger was so upset and ready to leave. But maybe he might sort it out later… Maybe, He continued with the speech.

I assure you I did not bring you here for a pissing contest!  I don’t care who did what better or more then another. I don’t care who is in the right and who is in the wrong of the law. So those conversation you can take up on your own time!  William wanted to be clear to the group that he didn’t care about what they had done or how.

If you still have an issue with Task Force after hearing me out and seeing what this is about then you all know where the door is you came in.   this wasn’t Williams first rodeo and he knew that anywhere from 10 mins into any sort of unsupervised introduction of individuals with this sort of background could turn in seconds and it seemed to have done just that.

In case you need to know I have not always been a pencil pusher, I was in the field many years ago, My career there ended when I was left for dead! I know what holding back and being so mindful of doing the right thing can do or to watch what you do to avoid how the public see’s you to uphold an image of Peace, Justice or all that other “Hey look at me” bullshit. He looked around making sure he still had everyone’s attention.

In case I did not mention it as of Today, there is no affiliation with S.HI.E.L.D.  We are not a criminal organization, but we will be breaking laws. Task Force is here to search for all super powered beings and possible evil affiliates like HYDRA. Some missions can go well. Others could be quite disastrous. I guess the best way to put is is we will be a sort of Vigilante or Rogue team.

We should not be fighting someone like Thor or Captain America, but due to how things may operate it may come to pass. This is why I have assembled who I have, some of you are used to acting and thinking way outside the box and not holding back when it comes time. Throwing punches to someone like Thor or Iron man may not always be possible and normal fighting tactics will fail against someone like Captain America or the Red Skull. Vs say a Hydra goon.    He looks the room over,

any questions so far?

"Something like that," Kevin replied to the hot woman in white who had just entered.  She had an honest-to-God broom with her.  "I'm going out on a limb and figuring you're not the maid."

As he spoke recruiter-guy came in with three other people in tow.  One, the pretty Asian, looked like his personal assistant.  The other two guys did not.  The dude with the glasses and Moe Howard hair had a bunch of extra metal arms.  And the other guy was red.  Not bad sunburn or American Indian red, actual crimson fucking red.  Kevin had known there they're were others like him out there, even tussled with some of them, but damn was this room filling up with weirdos, himself included.

Kevin listened to the speech and checked it for bullshit.  Some, but not all of it.  If the dude had recruited serial-girl, he was totally shooting straight about morality.  The about no affiliation with SHIELD was either a lie or just naive and thus guy didn't strike Kevin as naive.  Figure SHIELD had paid for all this shit that the idea that they wouldn't be watching pretty closely at least in the beginning to make sure it didn't blow up in their faces was ridiculous.  Still, at least the dude knew that jobs could go south, even "shouldn't be fighting Thor and Captain America" didn't necessarily mean "wouldn't" especially if Belial got his power-swiping shit off the ground.

So, some BS, or at least wishful thinking, but nothing unreasonable.  After a bit of thought Kevin decided not to call him it.  For one thing, he wanted to see if anyone else would, for another, he was going to need stuff from this guy, so no sense starting out wrong again.  Not that he felt too bad about serial babe going bye-bye.  Moral shit aside, she was likely the type to bring down a shit-ton of heat on their little group at the worst possible times.

Then again, Kevin had always loved the sound of his voice and he was curious about one thing.  "Yeah, one question.  What's your actual name?  Or at least what do we call you?  I never caught that in our meeting."
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She remained by the Elevator her fist closed tight. Holding in her emotions was cancerous to her. But she didn't just kill Willy nilly. And once she began she'd become something worse. She didn't want to even hear imitation Justin Bieber's voice again. She was convinced if she was on a team not only would she get him killed but she'd look into his eyes as the light went out of them and laugh. He had gotten under her skin and only one thing should be under her skin..

In reply to William Naslund (msg # 43):

"Alright, so sooner or later, we might get on the wrong side of someone like Iron Man depending on the day," Spider-Man concluded after the speech. "That's a good thing to know beforehand, at least there won't be any surprises there." Judging by the nature of the group,  he shouldn't treat any opponents he has like he had been with the smaller time criminals he had been facing.

William looked at Kevin, Wondering if that was a joke Question, he was sure he had introduced himself. But whatever at least the first question was easy.
 Apologies Kevin,  My name is William Naslund. And you can call me William. He turned to Spiderman.

Yes it could be a possibility. We are not looking to fight people like Iron man, or Capt. And I am not saying that we are going in for a kill should we face someone like Hydra or Iron Monger, But the way we may need to get information, the way someone could get Hurt. Some of the means to our ends could be frowned upon by people like Capt. I want to be clear that we will be taking risks.

While he was paying attention to what was being said and what the others were doing, acting like, behaving, etc., Bloodrager's gaze was all over the room as the big, red man looked over everything from where he stood next to Dr. Octopus. This might not be a dungeon, as William had told him, but still... there was always something new to take notice of and perhaps learn from.

Hearing William say that they would be breaking laws brought his full attention to bear on the man, even a bit of emotion - shock - on the red man's bearded face. The crimson light of his ring intensified and took on a coruscating effect circling the band. He kept listening, observing, unsure of how much of this human behavior he was interpreting correctly.

With a nod to Naslund, the Green Goblin held up his "just a moment" finger and walked over to Harbinger. "Hey," he said in a quiet voice, "don't go. Bieber over there is just puffing out his chest because he's scared of you. You should be proud of that, not angry about it. Let him preen. Worse comes to worst, we use him as a meat shield and go home happy. Whaddya say? Seriously, I need to see you in action. One mission. If it still blows whale dick you can always kill the rest of the team and jet."

Happy?  She paused her head turning like an owl's to face one. "What is Happy? Is it like the rush of pleasure watching a molester choking on his severed Vienna Sausage? I don't understand.  Movies depict happiness as dating, petting a puppy, drinking lemonade under an umbrella in the park. I don't get it. I enjoy what I do but the rush is always gone too soon. What is I don't understand . What being happy is.  All I want to do right now is tear boyband into confetti. And I am forcing myself not to." she explained  despite her tone being aggressive her arms were back to their usual talons instead of weapons.

"Well, yes, happy can be all of those things." He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts, giving the snarkier ones a break for tea. "Happy is being delighted by something, like a job well done. But it also means to be favored by fortune. And you look like someone fortune favors. And what fortune really favors is the bold. And you're that, too. So come on. Make yourself a seat again."

She growled slightly and returned to the group. She leaned against the wall arms crossed not asking any questions. She had private business with the man later. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on her breathing. Inhale, count to four, exhale, count to four. She had to clear her mind. The Pain, Fear, and Rage was so much of her being she didn't know who she what she would be without it. But this new rage was suffocating.

William Gave a slight nod to Green Goblin.
One crisis averted, He continued to look at the others.  Making sure to catch each of their looks and their questions before continuing. He looked over at Bloodrager. Hoping he understood the speech.

"William," said the Goblin, nodding back to Naslund and rejoining the group, "maybe we could get a quick rundown on everybody's skill set? For myself," he added with a flourish of his hand and a small bow, "I'm a great cook, a snappy dresser, can hurl bombs, fly with assistance, spear things from a distance OR up close, strike fear into the hearts of d-bags, shoot blasters from my wrists, some other things, and maybe, if you're nice, I'll show you what I look like under my mask some day."
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In reply to William Naslund (msg # 53):

Those white-on-white eyes were looking straight at William, and his expression wasn't as emotionless as it frequently was. Not confused, not about to go nuts in a barbarian rage, but more of somewhat shocked and perhaps a bit betrayed.

Ai felt somewhat intimidated by those who were gathered, Looking from Otto to the red Bloodrager, Green Goblin to the woman who looked similar to Spiderman.(Speaking of which, look at him too.) She must be Harbinger. Then she glanced at Darkstar. She had no particular opinion of him as of yet, and smiled when anyone looked her way. Then to White Witch. And finally The Barbarian.

They didn't seem to come from any sort of educated plan of attack or picked for their particular skill sets nor their disposability. Well, maybe that last one.

Quietly, Ai stalked the room with her eyes.

After a moments startled hesitation, Two cleared her throat. "They call me Two. I'm am onmilinguist and am completely invulnerable to physical attack. I'm fairly adept at inter-personal relations and am well versed in accounting."

She gave Goblin a small, personable smile. "And I make a mean Beef Fried Rice."

"Two cooks," Kevin said.  "Things are looking up."

"As for me and the supers stuff, I have this... I dunno exactly.  Energy or something.  Weird.  Kinda creepy, really.  I can use it do things.  Fly.  Blast stuff.  Make stuff.  A few other tricks you guys'll probably get to see over time," Kevin told them.

"I'd show you some, but maybe not here where we're gonna live," he said, then looked at Green Goblin.  "Oh, wait, you might get a kick out of this.  I've heard you say something about criminals being cowardly and superstitious."

The energy was never far away and its pitch darkness flowed from Kevin's hands and then coalesced into a wide, sturdy ladder with wide steps forming a kind of flat-edged triangle with the supporting section.  The ladder was again pitch black and seemed to almost absorb ambient light from the room.  Kevin walked under it and it faded out like a mirage.

"Yeah, not so much," he told Goblin then looked to the rest.  "And yeah, I've maybe gotten into a little mischief here and there.  But it means I'm pretty good at get into areas that are restricted and I've made some friends in low places, which should be helpful, 'cause figure a good 70 percent of what we're doing is gonna involve finding people who really don't wanna be found."
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"No, not a maid. Although that might be a fun change of pace; magic does make cleaning quite easy." She replied with a smile. It looked she would have said more, but stopped when she saw William making his entrance.


During William's short explanation, Galina didn't look flustered by the revelations of lawbreaking and potentially bumping into powerful figures. Perhaps she had heard it earlier or maybe she just didn't mind. Either way, her attention was more focused on those around her and their reactions to his words.

When it came time for show and tell, Galina spoke up. "I am White Witch. I've been helping people out in the Boston area. I practice magic and am comfortable with a number of spells. I can trace connections, make things kind of fly, link spaces, and a few other things. I don't consider myself a warrior, but I should be able to provide support. And yes I've tried wearing the appropriate hat. While it looks stunning, it is unfortunately far too impractical."

Then turning her attention to William, she asked a question. "William, you said that 'as of today there is no affiliation with S.HI.E.L.D'. Is SHIELD turning a blind eye to us or are they truly unaware of this facility? Are they going to come knocking when they don't get a weekly report or the first time you cause trouble?"

Evelyn let the symbiote shift in form soon she was an African American woman in a police uniform then she be amended an Asian woman in a doctor's outfit , then she became an male italian plumber before shifting back. Her hand became a claw, then a scythe, then a hammer, then a crossbow, then a key ring. She then grew tentacles out of her back like the ones from before with snapping mouths and barbed spikes. As her form returned to normal once more she turned one hand into a blade and severed her arm. The suit slithered away from the severed arm and reattached to her body before tentacles grabbed her arm absorbing it back into her form after a few seconds she wiggled her fingers from her severed arm and then flipped Justin Timberlake the bird."Any questions?"

In reply to Green Goblin (msg # 54):

"If we're doing that," Spider-Man says before continuing, "Then I can add in that I'm able to stop most moving vehicles with only my hands. Then there's my spider-sense that gives me a decent amount of time to react to most things if I'm actually paying attention, most people should have a hard time breaking out of my webs, and I personally like using them more than a roll of duct tape. And I should still have the high score for Tetris at an arcade somewhere."

Kevin gave Harbinger a little smirk as she flipped off and said, "A couple-three.  Can you do voices and mannerisms along with the disguises?  Is there a time limit on how long you can maintain them?  And do you have to shift back to your... I dunno, base form to use the body-ahifting weapons stuff or can you do it while disguised?"

William Saw Bloodrager’s look it was hard to say if he hadn’t asked the question if Bloodrager was looking at him, but the expression on his face let him know he was. He was going to address the issue with Big Red but then Goblin piped in.

William was not expecting a show and tell of powers but was happy with the exchange between the group. He was about to answer White Witch but turned to look at Harbinger. He arched a brow as Harbinger severed her arm and reattached it.

Uhm.. He shook his head and looked back to White Witch.

Yes White Witch, S.H.I.E.L.D. will be turning a blind eye on Task Force. I have been supplied with what I think was needed for us as basics for the base and the group, but we will not have S.H.I.E.L.D. agents roaming the hall or out in the field to help or S.H.I.E.L.D. breathing down our neck on every mission. They do know of the facility as this was an old S.H.I.E.L.D. Base.

As for reports the only “report” I will be sending to  S.H.I.E.L.D. and to whomever needs it in either the military or local authorities,  is the list of names of people we encounter and who they are. But that is only cause this is the purpose of this group and what I said I would do.  Other than that there will not be a weekly briefing report of the team or what we have done. He looked around the room

As for causing trouble, As long as we do not causing treason, endangering the World , start wars with other countries and such. S.H.I.E.L.D. will stay out of our business.

She waited for The boss to finish his explaining about their connection to shield. She then answered the annoying guy's questions. "I can keep up the disguises indefinitely but you try living your life seeing a stranger in the mirror. voices are easier than mannerisms that takes research and I've yet to pull off convincingly walking like a man. And I can make weapons in disguise but it doesn't look natural."she didn't bother explaining how long items detatched from her lasted. She didn't like sharing her weaknesses with enemies.
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Galina nodded at William's response. It was what she had been expecting, but it worth having it stated outright. Having disagreements with powerful 'superheros' was one thing, making enemies of powerful organizations was a little different. She wouldn't have minded either way, but the others seemed less comfortable. Hopefully this would relieve some of their concerns.

She had anticipated questions regarding her magic, but was more than content to simply watch  and listen to the others. It was a good reminder how.. unique their group was going to be.
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"Not... SHIELD? Than where, who, crystal heart having?" the big red man asked, his voice tense and eyes still focused on William. When he had given Sword of Cup to SHIELD after the realization that, impossible as it seemed, humans were single-unit beings, he had handed over four of the barbarian's seven graces to the human authorities as part of that pledge, heart, mask, way, and staff. If they weren't part of SHIELD here, in what care was that absolute leash of obedience over this unit, the one vital nexus in the assimilated man's altered biology? He needed to know.

William realize Bloodrager's shock. But still couldn't make heads or tails of this personality. William looked at him. Sword can you bring the servant back please? he asked. Remembering that that persona could form coherent sentences.

A long blink. The ring dimmed to just the rune glowing weakly.

"Sir?" asked Sword of Cup, his expression bewildered and his body language more than a bit frightened.

sorry but Is everything ok? you seem quite upset. William asks
Looking quickly to Doc Ock knowing he would have his hands full.

The red man looked aside unhappily. "No. No it isn't, sir. I... we... I... urm, Heart of Heart is bothered about the idea you might have me break the law on purpose rather than unintentionally. And we're both, urm," He then said something in Russian before returning to English, "about not knowing who has the Crystal Heart." A pregnant, worried pause as he looked down, then back up, sad and depressed. "If... if I understood what Heart of Heart just said... my soul is inside of it."

The barbarian started to distort almost like a corrupted photo before transforming back into Kent. After standing back up he took a deep breath. "Well when I cut loose I can become an avatar of heroes gifted with incredible physical abilities". 

She looked to the Avatar guy. "So The wisdom of Solomon, the strength of Hercules, the stamina of Atlas, the power of Zeus, the courage of Achilles and the speed of Mercury type thing?" she asked casually as she leaned against the wall observing the room.

Octavius listened with crossed arms. Magic? Heart of Hearts? Tetris? He was surrounded by fools. Several of the people here were clearly deranged and some that weren't hardly seemed to know their own abilities. "Damn you all, just what have I gotten into?" he grumbles to himself. The doctor chooses to quietly seethe and observe, otherwise volunteering no personal information. "Patience," he mutters darkly to no one as snakelike arms sway near his head, watching. Listening. "When the time come's, they'll see. They'll all see."
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Williams looked at Bloodrager shook his head and gave a smile.
Listen. I am not asking everyone to break laws in the way you are thinking. If you or anyone here are not comfortable with something I ask of you that is fine. All I am saying is that there may be times that asking authorities for some information may not be enough, So a few people here have underground connections and ways of getting possible information that the police may not have in ways we cannot do it normally, Like Bribery, hacking,  or breaking into places we would not be allowed, Now I am sure most of you have already done that to some extent. I am not asking the team to completely ignore the law. 
He says hoping to reassure a few of the members that seemed to be taken by surprise.

He heard Oct mutter and knew this was not what Doc liked, William figured this was a good time to get his mind back onto what he liked doing to keep his mind busy.

William hadn’t had the chance to work with or study Bloodrager much, but he was starting to understand. He had items taken away when he came to S.H.I.E.L.D, it now made sense, Each item was a part of each personality. Hopefully Doc could sort it out.

No need to worry Bloodrager, your gear is fine, They are here in Doc Oct’s Lab and are available to you at any time you need them. He looked over to Doc and nudged his head to indicate to Doc that he could head out with Bloodrager and start with his studying him.

You can go with Doc and he can show you and work with you. As for the rest of you the base is intended to be your “home”. he added the air quotes.

He pressed a button on his watch and a map  appeared on the large TV in the common room.

There are bedrooms to the north and south of the base. Pick which ever ones you want. Doc we set you up in the Bio-Engineering room. You are all free to explore the base at your leisure and get familiar with your surroundings.

Williams looked around the room again. I need to go to my office so if anyone needs me my door is always opened.



**OOC** I will start to set up the boards for the rooms. Should have them up in a few. You can continue here for now until they are up.

After the big gathering was done she headed to the elevator again. "Ok Robowoman. Send the elevator up. I think we're done now."she said crossing her arms and waiting for it. "Home" pssshh more like a Prison. She closed her eyes beneath her mask and tapped her foot.

The big red man regarded William inscrutably as the luminescence of his ring jolted back to a bright, fully-limned glow. It would likely have taken a telepath to sense Sword of Cup's despair deep inside the body as he was shoved aside and denied any free will as Heart of Heart's old habits kicked him into absolute subordination again.

His expression blank and emotionless once more, he turned to face Otto, awaiting instructions or someplace to follow him to.

"Not quite familiar with that statement Harbinger" said Kent. Turning to William "How much down time do we have before our first mission"?

Jocasta’s holographic image appears on the elevator’s small LCD screen. Of Course Harbinger. <pink> as you hear the elevator in motion. The doors open and set for you to enter.

William watched as the group started to disperse. He looked  as Harbinger headed out again. Silently hoping she wasn’t going to be an issue,

Looking over to Kent I have some files to go over tonight and see where we can start. I am hoping to get you all into the field as soon as possible. But nothing is set in stone.

Norman Osborn smiled at the thought of taking part in a dorm room lifestyle, instead of one of his homes or luxury apartments.

"It'll be just like camping," he mused. "Or prison!"

To Naslund, he said, "Sounds like a plan, chief! If we're done here, I'm going to go explore and claim my room before all the good ones are taken! Anybody want to come with?"
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Harbinger walked into the elevator. "To the lobby." she said figuring pressing buttons was pointless when an AI was in charge. She leaned against the wall of the elevator and took a breath .

In reply to Green Goblin (msg # 79):

"Sure, why not?" Kevin replied. "But if it turns out we're cellmates, I call the top bunk."

"Perhaps a home away from home.." Witch remarked. She wasn't sure how sold everyone was about dropping their lives, leases, and luxuries to stay at this facility. Despite William's obvious efforts to make it accommodating, the building felt more like a barack or a secret base. Maybe once the team was engaged with the purpose of the task force, staying onsite would feel less out of place.

Clearly torn on what to do next, Galina looked around at the others. Meet the famous Dr. Octavius, study Darkstar's ability, reflect on the new relationships, eat BBQ.. it was hard to pick. After a moment, she decided to go with the tour. Everything else could be done afterward, but a tour with first-time impressions was only going to happen once.

Standing up, she set her broom behind her and leaned onto it before both herself and the broom rose a few inches. Floating over the couch, she hovered towards Green Goblin and Darkstar. "Lead on my fellow flyers!" She said with a smile.
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Kent nodded his head in acknowledgement and left with the crew to check out their new home.

In reply to Green Goblin (msg # 79):

"I'll check out the place, I just hope the rooms here are better than the dorm I'm in right now," Spider-Man says now that they're all free to explore for the moment.

In reply to William Naslund (msg # 73):

Doctor Octopus leaves the room with a curt nod to the others and makes his way to the BIO-Research room. There was much to prepare for the work ahead. He saw an opportunity to study not only his assigned subject, but all of those assembled. He smiled at the thought of what secrets their abilities may hold.

Following the limb-enhanced Doctor, Bloodrager looked at pretty much everything on the way to the lab, even though this wasn't a dungeon to beware of traps and ambushes in.

-----> to BIO-Research Room with Dr. Octopus

Two stood like a stump for a moment, processing what the others had said and trying to match the face, or mask, with the power provided. After a moment's hesitation, Ai followed Harbinger into the elevator. She didn't say anything right yet, but she also wanted to see what would come of it. Not to mention she'd come there by jet. checking it out from street level down seemed prudent.

Inside The elevator her costume shifted from her vigilante suit to a black skirt, sneakers, and a black hoodie. "Expects met to live with that creep like a trained dog. I'm my own person. I'll work with them but like hell I'll live here homes are for idiots." she muttered to herself.

"He is pretty abrasive." Ai agreed from their faint encounter. She glanced over at Harbinger. Ai's look was curious, possibly looking for something. Though not quite sure what. Two assumed that anything else she might say at that particular moment would probably not go for the best. At least not in the direction she wished to go. So like any positive person would do, she changed the subject.

"Is there anything you enjoy when you're not- uh, working?" Ai asked, hoping to find common ground or at least, get a hint of a smile out of the other woman.

She passed and turned towards the other woman. "I use stolen money to help street kids get food , clothing, Occasionally I threaten a doctor if they need medical treatment. Other than helping kids and killing monsters on youtube no. I have nothing else in my life. No true friends. No true family. No lovers. No home. I don't live for myself. I devote every waking moment to my calling and plenty of my unconscious moments too. " she answered calmly.

The Doors Open to reveal the first floor you had originally entered earlier that day, As you pass the Desk a Panel opens up.

Hello Ladies, William advised me that you left and he did not have time to give you a com system. She says to Harbinger and Two. Jocasta points to the panel.
Inside lay  2 2" circular plain looking discs with the initial TF on it.
If you no longer need any guidance or info then I hope you have a great day/

She took her Comm and headed out of the building and onto the streets shifting her civilian attire as she vanished among people. Just another forgettable face in the city. She headed out to find herself.

To: Her Solo thread.

Two blinked, somewhat at a loss for words. Once she watched her walk away from the open elevator, Ai let go of a breath she hadn't known she was holding. "That's pretty sad." Ai said to herself more than anyone else. Two's heart went out to Harbinger, but didn't know how she could possibly help her, or even if she wanted to be helped.

"...Thanks." Two offered to Jocasta as Harbinger was already long gone.

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