"Alright, Oscar, what do ya got for us?" Avery asked after the car signaled completion.
"Well, I didn't find much that would be of any use, but I did find something that was quite interesting: Where the sun rises, there the stars fall," reported the car.
Avery blinked. Something about that seemed familiar, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
"Um, yes, thank you. If you found anything else, print it out, please," she said distractedly.
(Dylan! Vanishing in front of civilians! gasps in feigned horror)
Vaughn called up to the woman and her child to stay up there. He got to his feet slowly, standing next to the door, gun in hand. When the man came in, he slammed the butt of the gun into the side of the mans head, and he falls to the ground with a loud thump. He seemed to lift the man with ease, dragging him into another room. “Ma’am!” He called, “You and Sam should really go now!” They come down and he crouched in front of Sam. “Where’s your mom taking you, huh?”He asked with a smile. “Ice cream!” The boy squealed in delight. Vaughn scruffed up the boys hair and they left, leaving them alone in the house.
(They were out of the room.)
(Oh…)
A woman and young boy left the house, walking briskly, just after a man entered. Avery shot Element a look then got out of the car, saying, "Oscar, don't leave here. Contact me if something seems wrong. Let's go, Element." She ran to the house, not checking to see if Element had followed her or not, and burst through the front door.
Examining the scene before her, she gasped. A man was crumpled on the floor, unconscious, the other man from earlier was holding a gun, and Dylan was nowhere to be seen. Avery narrowed her eyes at the man who was still standing.
"Where's Dylan?" she demanded.
Dylan had observed, nothing more, as Vaughn knocked the husband unconcious with the butt of his gun. Dylan knew the strength behind his grip, and nodded, forgetting he was still cloaked. Avery burst in right after.
"Where's Dylan?" She demanded, staring down Vaughn.
"Right here, Aspect," Dylan resonded, leaving his cloak on for the hell of it.
Vaughn nodded towards the voice and walked towards the man, dragging him by his collar to the wooded backyard. The man had begun to wake up, and he groaned sharply. Vaughn threw him out the ground harshly, gun trained on the man. The man looked up at him with horror in his eyes, and began pleading for his life. Vaughn just shook his head slowly in disapproval, before firing a single shot, the mans head snapping back as the bullet went into the front of his head. Blood splattered in the grass and onto Vaughn’s clothes and face. He breathed deeply, standing extremely stiff for a moment.
Dylan appeared next to Avery, shaking his head, "I don't approve of his methods, but he does good work in the end. Is E alright?"
Vaughn dragged the body farther into the woods where he left it. He went back inside, heading over to the sin to wash the blood from his face.
(Sorry, I had something I needed to do. I'm back now, though! :D)
Avery jumped at the sound of Dylan's voice, and then again when he appeared right next to her.
"Yeah, she'll be okay. She hit her head, but I wrapped it up, so it shouldn't get infected or anything. Um, she should have been right behind me," she said, looking back to see if Element was following.
Dylan nodded and turned, "How about you? That shoulder wound alright?"
(His right eye is miscolored Hazel now. He doesn't know)
(I'm back! For about 5 seconds! Good bye! I will be back!)
"Yeah, it's okay. It hurts if I do too much, though," Avery replied. When she turned to Dylan, she took a step back. His right eye was hazel now, instead of the sky blue that his eyes usually were. "What happened to your eye?"
(Lol, Sir Silver. I hope you're enjoying the RP! ;P)
"What?" Dylan pulled out his phone and switched the camera. Sure enough, his right eye was hazel now. He shrugged, "Well. First I blind people, then my eyes change color. Neat."
"Ah… You're not fazed by that or anything?" Avery asked, a little bit concerned.
"To tell you the truth, I'm confused as all hell. But I can't really do much about it." He responded, "that, and I'm too tired to care. I need a nap."
Avery chuckled. "Yeah, me, too. I didn't actually get very much sleep last night—being a super does have its drawbacks—and being unconscious didn't really help me at all."
Vaughn walked back over, arms folded across his chest. “Whatever you want to talk about, make it quick. I’d like to be back here to send my condolences to the family,” he muttered, now back to his hostile tone.
Dylan smiled at that. He closed his eyes, then glanced as Vaughn approached.
Avery hummed, unconcerned, as the other man approached. "You never did tell us your name. I'm Aspect," she said.
“I would prefer not to for reasons that would take too long to explain.” He thought back to about a year ago. His name and face seemed to be constantly on the news for murder and assault, some praising him as a hero, others saying he was a deranged serial killer. To Vaughn, he considered his actions completely just.
When the man dodged her question, Avery walked up to him and looked him in the eyes, glaring. "You will tell me, or I will find out on my own," she demanded fiercely.
Vaughn held in a scoff, smiling from fake interest. “And how will you find that out? I’m generally off the grid.”
Avery smiled mysteriously. "I have my ways," she shrugged. "And a talking car that knows almost everything."