Thread: New Rockford's Heroes (Agnores x Candira)

Dr. Lindquist gave him a rather bland stare. It was obvious that she didn't believe that was the only reason he was tired. His answers were too easy, and his tone was a little patronizing. Not that it was unexpected from a person his age. She merely shrugged it off and marked down her impression of his defensiveness in her chicken-scratch handwriting. Well, video games can provide addictive stimulation, but I think there may be something more to what you're telling me. I can't tell anyone what we discuss here, so you can trust me to say nothing. If it really was just a video game marathon, we'll just move right on then. But if you feel like telling me the truth, I'll be here the whole hour. Now then, tell me about your friend. Yup. Terrible life decisions. While she was surprised and fascinated by the powers this newcomer possessed, Nightingale found that it was increasingly obvious he had not planned out his assault. He certainly had impressive powers for agility and attacking, but they weren't really enough to get him out of this mess. As the interloper found himself in a chase, being shot at from so many people, Nightingale left her perch, using impressive gymnastics to reach the ground quietly and unharmed. One of these days, she'd invest in a damn grappling gun. She turned on a tracking beacon for the police and put it in the still open crate from earlier, adding another to the truck. Her camera was left on the roof where she knew the police would eventually look for it thanks to years of them working together. Her evidence gathering was forced to come to an end, however, as she threw several sonic devices toward the men firing the guns. It was as if an explosion had gone off. The hearing and equilibrium of the men caught up in the sonic boom was shot to hell and they were quickly knocked on their asses. The rest had a painful ringing in their ears that made focusing seem very difficult. Those who had managed to avoid it were now looking for a new target. Nightingale descended from the roof of the truck they'd been using and took down the one standing the furthest from the kid by simply landing on him. She was on her feet seconds later as the five remaining guys started to get their wits about them and aimed. She moved as quickly as she could, desperately trying to avoid their gunfire as she ran full force toward them. In just a moment, she was close enough to one to trip and disarm him, using the large gun as a shield. Before she knew it, she was ramming the next guy, slamming the butt of the gun straight into his face. It was enough for him to go down. The others came very close to hitting her, but she managed to roll over to them and use a stun gun on one of them, throwing another sonic boom at the last guy. He got the full brunt of the impact and was downed in seconds. These guys would recover soon, she she called in the police as soon as she had free hands. She took apart the rest of the guns around her and threw all the pieces to the winds before coming to check on the smokey would-be hero. Nightingale found him not far away, bleeding in a very worrisome way. He looked pretty young, but it was hard to get a really good look at him in his condition. Instead, she checked his vitals and knelt by his side. Hey. Wake up, she said, her voice altered by a scrambler she wore on her belt. I need you to wake up, guy. The police are coming, and I doubt you really want to be here when that happens. Plus there's that whole dying thing you want to avoid...