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Phoebe sat ridged, her palms clenching tightly around the TV remote, her eyes fixed intently on the TV screen. It was a terrifying display of power on both factions. Slowly she pushed herself from the edge of her coffee table and set the remote down. There was no need to get involved in this fight, besides what could turning up by herself accomplish? her own death thats what.

Shaking her head Phoebe turned back to her original task of cleaning up the spilt tea, Striding into the kitchen she snatched up a towel and a bottle of carpet cleaner “I’m better off out of it, no ones in danger...showing up now would be nothing more then a suicide mission...or worse”

Kneeling down on the sodden carpet Phoebe got to work, focusing all her energy into scrubbing the light grey stain out of her floor. “I am just Phoebe Kyle, a teaching assistant at St. Joseph's academy for troubled youths, I work part time...” A high pitched shrieking filled the room causing her to jump and look at the screen, one of the Barbus members had just managed to empaled one of the Animus foot soldiers on what Phoebe assumed used to be the main road “To day the school is closed for maintenance....I own a cat, I live a normal life...” Shaking violently Phoebe turned back to the carpet, her eyes clenched shut as she continued her mantra “no one is in danger...their all faction members Phoebe, not civilians”

"What, right now?" Armand spoke up in surprise, taken aback, and his green eyes gave a look of near-shock to the driver in the seat beside him. A voice replied in frustration through the phone he held to his right ear. Armand's driver, covered up and wearing a scarf high over much of his face, stared back steadily with those exact same eyes. The man came to remember that this was the norm now. "Alright, alright. They're broadcasting the whole thing? Yes, record it." He continued speaking into the small communications device. The young man took a deep breath, listened on as the voice on the other end spoke, and he looked around them at the passing scenery of housing. Every now and then a standing white building was replaced by a clashing, totalled black pile of rubble. It reminded him more and more of what was needed to be done.

"Yeah, I will. Can we trace it?" From Armand's facial expression, the answer to the question became evident; no. He fixed his scowl to a line of neutrality and carried on. "Alright. Yes, I understand. Good bye." Armand sighed and shut the call. He pocketed his phone to the breast pocket of his long black jacket, and sat back. Now, he might as well explain to the others. "That was-"

"The department. My kin, your position in what remains of proper authorities in this town is very valuable. Mister Five, you did well. Hold no concern, someone at headquarters is recording it for us." A masked figure from the backseat interrupted, and spoke on. The original knew what passed through their minds. He did not need explanations from the rest of them. The Gent adjusted the hood of his cloak better over his head and peered from the eyeholes with his tired emerald orbs at the outside world passing by. Then, slowly, his left side began stretching out to the empty space on the seat beside him, and then grew, till it separated and another masked figure sat beside him and all was normal except for the complete other, new person in the car.

"Nine, I wish for you to witness the aforementioned clash. You are not to engage, as you will be nought but a civilian." As if on cue, the cloned costume vanished off the new figure, and left this version of Armand in the same casual outfit as the one worn by the Armand seated on the front seat. White collar shirt, beige button-up vest, and black trousers and sneakers. Had to have comfortable shoes for running in this city.

Armand Nine nodded understandingly, and inched closer to the car door beside him as the vehicle slowed. Before it stopped completely, the man jumped from the car, and began a jog back down the street. His mission was simply to go and make sure the battle being broadcasted was genuine, and for them to keep better tabs on all the participants. They were all their enemies, of course. It might have then made sense for Armand and all of his copies to participate, but why would the Hero ever think of such a thing when the villains were so readily destroying each other? Patience was key.

The car sped up quickly after Nine had jumped off, never fully stopping until they reached their destination. A pretty calm looking neighbourhood, few people out and walking, no ultra-violence or power displays. One could believe no super powered person lived on the block, but their intel. said different.

"One, Five, be gentle, my good sirs. Back in the day, mister Kyle was quite adamant about his daughter's stance, but... Times change." Spoke the Gent. At those words, he looked around the scenery outside the halted car. They sure do change. "Got it, Gent." Answered 'five' from the front passenger seat. One, the driver, was already opening his door and stepping out.

So the trio made their way out and up to one of the surrounding buildings. 'Phoebe Kyle' the name plate said on the door when they reached it. Perfect. The struggle to find an identity of one of their own had been hard enough, and this simple sight left them at ease.

The masked one of the trio pressed his back to the wall beside the door so that he would not be spotted through the door immediately. The one who stood up front, and knocked, was Five, and got his police badge ready in hand. #1 adjusted his hat and scarf, not wanting to make it obvious he was a clone right off the bat, as he stood right behind his companion clone. Then, they waited.


((Hello~ Quick intro for my character. If you're confused after reading it... uhh.. I don't blame you >.< Armand makes clones.~ Interacting with just Snuggle's Phoebe right now, hoping at least. :3))

"I would yell at you for being late, but that never fixes things. Just go kill people." Jack said simply as he caught another lightning bolt. Even if he adapted to it, the feeling was still unpleasant at best. Then he heard Spike yell about the venue. "Yeah, we don't plan things, it's a nice little chaotic quirk we all enjoy." Jack stated and kicked an Animus Junkie away from him.

Hemo finally reached the top of the building and, sure enough, Coil was there, loosing lightning from the skies. "You know, I'm surprised you're with Animus, figured someone with insane lightning powers would prefer a less than organized schedule." he said with a small smile.

"Why not? It's not like any of us are going to back down any time soon, unless of course my boss stops channeling all your lightning and finishes off the rest of your crew." Hemo said with a smirk. He figured he'd use his sword as a last resort, or if the opportunity presented itself. Besides, metal conducted lightning and Hemo didn't need any electrocution. This, of course, meant he would need to physically strike Coil in order to manipulate the man's blood.

"Well if it makes you feel any better, I had to leave a woman behind in order to make it." Verloren replied with a coy tone. He jumped back at the lightning and narrowed his eyes. He didn't like lightning, because unlike bullets he wasn't sure if he could stop it from hurting him. "Now let me see..." He muttered, closing his eyes as the shattered glass shards began to lift from the ground. "I believe I shall play a symphony." He smiled as the lifted glass began ramming into and through hundreds of Animus soldiers like a cascading rainstorm of glass and blood. If he was left to continue, the bulk of the Animus soldiers would be wiped out in a matter of minutes.

Serene lurked within the shadows of the battlers, observing the battle in full detail. She would jump from shadow to shadow, before on of them gets killed, blasted, or electrocuted. She've done this many times to the point that her fear of blood and violence had left her, some could just have their brains split open and she wouldn't even flinch. As she was pondering about what would happen if she flinched in shadow form, lightning turned her "shadow owner" into a pile of cooked flesh. Serene was forced into another person's shadow. She looked up at the sky to dark clouds, someone is probably manipulating the skies. She wondered how can such a powerful force be manipulated and controlled, it seems the villians are getting stronger, or she haven't took note from the previous battles. Besides the lightning, Serene saw a person giving orders to the villians, unsure whether he is an Animus or Barbus, Serene started to jump from shadow to shadow, to see a person who can make spikes appear out of nowhere. She was at awe at what she saw, she'll need to get outside a lot now, so many people with amazing powers. She hopes none of the amazing people die today.

Serene was getting bored watching the battle from the ground she jumped from shadow to shadow again, up a building. Serene climbed the part that was not facing the sun, there it would have a lot of shadow making it easier to navigate. She reached the top of the building, having a good sky view at the battle below her. She finally shifted her gaze, to a person with an glowing hand and red hair watching the battle and lightning. To Serene, lightning is part of nature and occurs very naturally, while this one isn't natural, the lightnings look normal enough. Serene was puzzled about why did the person not join the fight, why are her hands are glowing, why she has red hair, and why she likes the lightning. A thought popped up in her mind. Why don't ask the person a question? She sinked into the shadows again and moved to the direction of the person. She appeared in front of the person, smelling ozone. "Um... hi.... red hair person... aren't you going to have fun there?" Serene spoke with a curious face, pointing at the battle that was going on. She was reluctant talking to people, but her curiosity got the better of her. After she pointed at the scene, she looked at the person curiously, the hand... red hair... oh no! Is this person VoltEdge?