Family is Family

"Damn, what am I going to do?" A red head asked himself looking down at a small piece of paper, he was silently shaking. Not from sadness from what the paper said, no instead he was shaking from rage at what was on this small price of paper as he silently moved to the east diamond district despite his previous warning not to venture to this area, specifically a certain location on the paper.

Several days ago.

"Just back off!" Agni shouted at a man who lunged at him with a knife, stepping to his side Agni grabbed the knife before slamming his fist down on the man's arm and spinning around throwing a kick to his side sending him flying. But that still didn't help with the three guys who surrounded him. "Eh kid, thought you would be a easy mark. So would you please just roll over and die?" The largest of the group asked as he walked forward throwing a punch at Agni, who countered it before punching his chest, and feeling like he hit metal.

"You've gotta be kidding me."Agni muttered out as he stood again in his guard stance before closing his eyes. " Alright then. He silently said before rushing forward and beating the tar out of the man with exploding punches knocking him back with each hit, eventually it got hard for Agni to stand but he managed to beat all of them. Painting he silently left the area steps a bit uneven.

Though that wasn't the last he heard of them, a few days later he returned home to find his mother crying over a letter sent to him, after reading it over it was clear why she was crying, they had taken his sister. And in a fit or rage he rushed over here without thinking.

Though he had gone to the fire opal for a moment to ask the only person he knew for help, he didn't know if Sam would come or not, but the letter didn't say anything about bringing someone along so Agni felt he should at least ask.

Present.

"This is obviously a trap, but I really don't have a choice in the matter." Agni reminded himself with a small sigh before going to the meeting area

Sam had his answer for what kind of kid Agni was going to be; a regular sight, whether by choice or circumstance, he knew he'd probably be seeing quite a bit of the kid and his explosive personality. And fists. Lots of those.
He was at his normal stomping grounds, looking for a good fight, his black eye all but healed up despite his last fight with Agni happening just over a week ago. To his surprise, he caught a glimpse of familiar red hair. "Thought I told you it wasn't that smart for you to get free food here, pipsqueak!" He called over in a joking voice. His face and expression turned dead serious when he saw the demeanor on Agni's face; the kid was in trouble, the kind of trouble that has a kid skulking in places he shouldn't be. Without another wisecrack, he ushered Agni into the restaurant and sat down with him to hear what was up.
Agni got in a fight with some gangers; how and where was unimportant, but whoever these clowns were, they kidnapped his sister as revenge. As Agni continued to go on about the whole scenario, Sam tuned him out to start narrowing down which groups would do this. The Mafia was out of the question, obviously, as if he managed to piss them off, he wouldn't have walked away in the first place. Only a handful of gangs did kidnappings anymore, it was a high-risk, low-reward sort of run that only paid off if you had a super who could get the job done and knew the family was both rich to pay ransom and stupid enough to not run crying to the cops. But this wasn't even ransom, it was revenge kidnapping. The gangers knew where they could find where Agni lived, this was huge; either they followed him home, unlikely after a fight with the boy, or they had some sort of psychic super. Either way, there were only two gangs that Sam could think of that would stoop this low and have the means to do this: One he had very little knowledge about apart from it was run by a masked man who ruled through fear, which fit the bill here, but he felt much more confident it was Creyborn's gang, a small time group known for making rash decisions and not owning up to their mistakes. How they had survived this long was beyond Sam. But they were involving an innocent girl in a personal beef with Agni, involving and endangering an irrelevant third party. How did they survive this long? Didn't matter. They weren't surviving much longer.
When Agni finished his bit, Sam explained the situation to him. "These guys are a bunch of low-down scum who are trying to use you as an example to not cross them. They've sent you a meeting place to where you can go to save your sister; if it's the guys I think it is, she'll be there for them to parade about at first, and then cart her off after about five minutes before they start gunning you down and leaving you dead in the streets for the patrol beetles to find. If you go there alone, you're dead, end of story. Luckily for you, you came and found me." He rubbed his mouth. "Now here's the plan, and you're probably not gonna like it: You're gonna go into their trap. They're gonna smack you around a bit, humiliate you a bit most likely. Under no circumstances start blowing crap up, okay? Go ahead and throw a stray punch, but make it more desperate, something for them to laugh at. The second things start going sideways, your sister is dead. As soon as they cart her away - they do this to prove you have no power and can't save her - I and a few of my friends will show up. I'll arrange to have an interception party to relieve the escort of your sister so they don't try any shenanigans when I and my backup come in to save your ass. Once you hear gunshots or see me, go ahead and be go full-on hero; knock 'em outta the park, kick, bite, whatever. But this is gonna be a bit of a firefight, so don't burn yourself out too quick, and get to cover fast." He stood up and started to leave the Fireopal. "I've got some prep work to do before this all goes down. Remember: Go to the meeting place, be there on time, let them smack you around, and kick ass when everything goes south." Without waiting for a response, he left and headed home; Father would be excited to hear Creyborn's men were in the open.

Sam sat in his seat of the ring, staring at his phone. Sure enough, Father agreed to lend some good men to this cause; Felix, Orlando, and Lazy Eye where gonna be running interception for the girl, while Sam, Janitor, and Hawk where gonna be doing mop-up duty with the bulk. But Sam was unhappy with one decision Father had made: He wanted the Ripper to show up to. "Time for her to make her first public debut, no? Let the District know to fear us." Maribelle was a powerful tool, true, but being so public about her was incredibly bold... Still, it was not Sam's place to question Father. So, alone in the ring, he pulled out his phone and dialed her up. Again, no answer.
"Maribelle, it's Daniel from Crimson Theater. Opening night is in three days, call me back and I'll get you the location. Gonna be a much bigger crowd than you're used to, so be ready to entertain. Not gonna be a solo performance, though, we've got back up dancers and an understudy in place. Of course we have to keep the understudy safe, you'll recognize him, red hair. That's priority one. I'll get you more details when you call me back. Do well, and we'll see about getting you into a better role with more benefits." Sam added the last part to try and buy a few loyalty points with her; offering to give her more information would surely keep her chomping at the bit. He hung up and sighed; three days to prepare. Better get moving.
Everyone was in position. Orlando's team was in position on the route between the meeting place and their hideout to save the girl. Sam was hiding on the roof of the house the gangers were meeting in front of; he counted sixteen in all, a hefty number for such a meaningless task. Their gang was either severely hurting for unknown reasons, or they were petrified of East Diamond's Ripper... Rightfully so after Dominic and his boys were found in an alley not four blocks down from here. To his relief, the girl was with them; she had a large bruise on her face, duck tape over her mouth, and chord binding her wrists. Display of power for Agni, showing no matter what happened, he was already too late to get her out unharmed and unafraid.
Janitor, a large, bulky man who was handy with a riot shield and baton, was hiding just inside the house Sam was on top of, waiting for his cue. Across the street, he caught a glimpse of Hawk setting up; Hawk had military experience, and got his streetname from his terrifying accuracy with a rifle, even without a scope. The eerie precision made Sam question if Hawk was a normal human or not, but who the hell was he to judge? He was in the same boat with his boxing. Maribelle was nowhere in sight, and this had Sam very nervous... This was the Ripper's debut, and with so many men, they were gonna need everything in their corner. He was more than willing to cut her off if she didn't show; the patrol beetles were already tearing East Diamond apart looking for her, severing her connection from the gang would be nothing but beneficial.
A loud laugh brought Sam back to reality. The man who was spearheading the group, who Sam recognized as "The Weasel", a silver-tongued con man with fast hands, had his arms spread welcomingly as he saw Agni coming up the street; the kid had fire and rage in his eyes. "Don't be a hero, pipsqueak..." Sam whispered to himself.
"Well, well, well, looks like they pyrotechnics have arrived! Haha, welcome, kid!" Weasel called out to Agni. Sam waited in silence, waiting for the scene to unfold.

"M-move you damn hellspawn," yelled an enraged bookworm. For the past hour she was telling her 'friend' to move and grab her some chips. Yet all he did was lazily hover in the air, not making a move in the slightest for the delicious bag of Salt & Vinegar chips. Soon enough, Palm got up and grabbed the bag herself which should have been her plan of action an hour ago. Just as she started to eat her cellphone started to ring but she wouldn't let that interrupt her glorious snack.

Fast forward an hour and when Palm heard the phone call her face was a typhoon of emotions. Nervousness, joy, suspicion, but it finally settled on one of joy as her thin lips morphed into a smile. In a rush Palm prepared her now cleaned villainous outfit which consisted of a full body suit that didn't cover her eyes and a cloak cloak. She briefly wondered if additional items were required but she could decide later, after all she had three days.

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Shit, she was running late. Her 'last minute preparations' bit her in the ass as she was so hesitant about what to take. At the end of it she decided to take a knife. She strapped it around her waist although it was a little big her cloak concealed it and it's sharpness was guaranteed. Still Palm was in her guise with her cloak waving through the air as she turned alleyway after alleyway. Those who did manage to see her quickly changed that as Palm had gotten a name for herself on the street. It sent an odd joy through her to see the fruits of her labor, but her ever increasing nervousness quickly swallowed that joy up and spat it out. She was going up against a group of gangsters and she wasn't too sure her arm could manage to hold against a crowd. She was confident, scarily so, of the arm's fighting skills against a few people but against a group, no way.

Soon enough Palm was at her designated place, an alleyway across the house Sam was stationed at. She wasn't too sure that Sam could see her but once the fighting went down she was sure to be spotted. Soon enough Palm saw the unique red hair from a kid with a...was, was that a huge tie. Soon enough a man's voice interrupted her shock and made her tense again. This was going to be dangerous, and she just prayed that her arm would behave. She placed a thin hand on the knife a sign that she was ready to lash out once it was time.

Agni stared at his sister for a moment before closing his eyes, his face slowly turned blank his hand slowly relaxed from his grip, he no longer held his fist or shook with anger. Instead when he opened his eyes again he looked at the man who started talking to him, Agni was, he was calm. No not calm, he was angry, angry at this man for trying to send people to kill him, angry he had to go get help. And angry that his sister was hurt, angry beyond belief. Still he showed no signs of it anymore, the only thing betraying this were his eyes which still had the same rage they did before inside of them.

Staring at the guy Agni stood in a neutral stance. "Yeah I'm here." Agni simply said knowing what this guy wanted, and he wasn't about to just say give me my sister back, since he knew that obviously wasn't happening. "Just, just let her go, this is between me and you." Agni said knowing that's what Sam meant, it was humiliating having to ask that but he knew that's what the guy wanted, he wanted Agni to break most likely. Which he would find if he touched another hair on her then Agni wouldn't care about the bullets or the plan, he would kill him. Even if it cost him his own life

Weasel stepped forward and put a hand on Agni's shoulder. His face made it seem like it was a kind, reassuring gesture, but the strength of the grip was threatening. "See, kid, that's where you're wrong. This isn't between you and me. It stopped being between us when my little brother came with missing teeth and one of his eyes turned to paste." His grip tightened, his thumb pressing into one of Agni's pressure points. "See, you hurt my family, I hurt yours. That's the way of this world, understood? Blow for blow..." He pulls out a switch blade. "Eye for an eye..." He leans down, his amber eyes cold and angry. The switch blade flicks within an inch of Agni's eyes, but withdraws. He smiles and lightly taps your shoulder. "I'm just messing with you, kid. We're gonna let you and your sister go. Just need to give you something to remember us by." He looks back to the group and whistles. Three of the men come forward; two of them go to either side of Agni, grabbing one of his arms each and lift him into the air. The third man has what appears to be sing marks on his face; Agni would recognize him as one of the men who attacked him earlier, sparking this whole thing. "I'm gonna enjoy this, punk." He says with a wicked grin. He delivers a powerful punch straight to Agni's gut; Agni would feel metal from the man's brass knuckles.
Sam watches the scene, emotionless. It was sickening to watch, but necessary. Agni's view of his sister was blocked, it would be any moment now that they'd try taking her away. He saw the girl squirming in the men's grasp, trying to scream out through the tape. Sam looked down to his knuckles, his studded iron knuckledusters firmly in place. Focus on the fight. Kid's tough, girl will be fine. He told himself. When Sam looked up, Weasel had turned around from the scene of the man beating the crap out of Agni. He made a hand gesture, and the man holding the girl picked her up and slung her over his shoulder like a sack of flour. She squirmed and struggled, but there was no breaking the bulky man's grip. Three other men walked off with him; four in total had left, leaving twelve to deal with. Weasel was going to dash at the first sign of trouble as he always did, Sam knew this from previous scuffle's with Cleyborn's men, so there was only really eleven. As soon as the girl was out of sight, Hawk would shoot one of the men holding Agni, down to ten. Then all the job would just become keeping the stragglers in the open for Hawk's target practice. He still had no sight of Maribelle... Screw her, probably for the best to get a loud distraction away from the gang. Hawk's open shot went off, pulling Sam back to reality; the man holding Agni's right arm dropped to the ground, dead, and the front door burst open and the Janitor came barreling out screaming, his Riot shield in front of his enormous body, rushing for the heart of the group. Sam focused the powers in his legs, sprinting and leaping off of the roof, clearing the entire yard with his leap, landing on top of one of the gangers near the side of the group. The nine men crowded around jumped and scattered, spreading all out around the street, pulling out a variety of weapons; Sam counted at least three hand guns, one knife, and one crowbar. The rest he didn't get a good look at. Now one the ground, he saw Maribelle, and to his mixture of joy and horror, he saw Weasel fleeing directly towards the alley she was hiding in. Opening night, young lady. This is your audition. Don't disappoint...

Palm watched the red haired man with little concern. She knew that Sam would charge if the situation got too dire after all Sam considered him our number one priority. Her mind was already racing as she tried to calm herself down to no avail. Glancing behind her the arm was shaking with...fear maybe anticipation. She never understood her arm, and perhaps she never will. A man's antagonizing remarks brought Palm back to reality as her brown jewels scanned over the scene. Two men were holding the red haired boy up while another one, who she presumed to be the ringleader of this plan was punching him in the guts.

As the moment of truth came closer so did Palm to having a breakdown. They could all be armed with guns and then what, one shot in the right place and she was dead. Her arm couldn't deflect bullets, at least she didn't want to try to deflect bullets. Her arm was barely reliable due to it's...unknown nature. Hell, she didn't even know how if it thought anyway on the same wavelength of a human. Yet it was too late to back out as that meant losing her chance and perhaps getting caught or killed. The gunshot didn't help her mental anguish but it did bring her back to the scene at hand. It was her moment.

A man's screaming and the confused ramblings of her victims filled the area. Palm dashed out of the alley and took in her surroundings. A variety of weapons but what was most important, three guns and one holder of said gun was near her. Unluckily for her he was already aiming in her direction but aiming at a man with a riffle running towards the alleyway she just left. Their eyes only briefly met as he ran past her but that was all the time she needed to get distracted.

Before she knew it her face was already planted on the ground as a gunshot rang out. She was skidding across the ground face first causing her skin to get scrapped up. The shooter in question could only stare dumbfounded at the sliding cloak coming towards him. If one would take a closer look, Palm's cloak was rolled up in an odd way with the back part of the cloak rolled up to reveal a hole in the back of her full black body suit. Just as the shooter was about to take another shot he suddenly fell back as the bullet flew off into the sky. Palm's invisible arm was pressing his head into the ground as it seemingly contemplated on what to do.

Suddenly the man screamed bloody murder as his eyes were pressed inwardly. His body convulsed as it tried to fight the unknown pressure invading his body. The arm was shoving two of it's finger into the man's eye sockets and flawlessly expanded itself. Upon expanding itself the man's hellish screams quickly died down and the spasming stopped. Palm's body was on fire as scrapes lined her body like canvases at a art gallery. She hated this damn power. Her train of thought was interrupted when a man with a baseball bat was charging towards her. The man was already four feet away from her and she froze up. As he got closer she curled into a ball and protected her face with her arms. That's to be expected from somebody who was used to getting beaten instead of giving the beatings.

To her surprise the beating never came on her body. The man let out a grunt and dropped his bat as he fell down to his right. Her arm had given him a strong hook enough to cause him to fall to the ground. Yet its attack didn't relent as a barrage of hits was being delivered on his leg, arm, and chest. He let out a roar like that of a world's beast as he tried to stand. But that all quickly changed as he fell back down and his face started to quickly change color. Her arm was slowly choking the life out of him as he could do nothing but try to shake off the unknown assailant. Perhaps this power wasn't all too bad.

Agni didn't move as the two guys restrained him. Though he knew it wouldn't be that hard to throw them off of him he still just let them pick him up while the other went on to beat the tar out of Agni. All the kid did though was sit there with the occasional grunt every time a blow struck, he wasn't going to give them the satisfaction and remained his calm self breathing in reminding himself to just wait, just wait. Well it would appear he was good now since suddenly there was a noise to his left and down goes one of them.

Wasting no time with shock or anything Agni quickly used this lack of someone there to place his foot on the ground and jump up before slamming the bottom of his boots into the man's punching hims face. The other guy had let his grip slack due to shock and Agni used this to wrap his arm around the guys neck before using the eplosive part of his power to pretty much kick the guys face in. While he used the recoil to blast back dragging the other guy with him and into the pavement before sliding off a bit. Agni didn't know if that just hurt or killed either of them. But he did know neither one would every win a beauty contest now.

Quickly rolling on his shoulder he backed up the way he came before rounding a small corner nearby. He was a easy target out in the open like that. First one the people would shoot now that he thinks about it so getting behind something at least more bullet proof then him was a good idea. He had no idea where Sam was but could see a few people, with knives and handguns.

"Good thing explosives get me when they have guns." he muttered out silently thinking on what to do.

Sam got straight to work practicing his art on the closest man to him, a large man who was wielding a fairly large bowie knife. Using the full extent of his powers, he had no trouble dodging each of his swipes before decking him directly in the jaw with a left hook, then following up with a powerful right jab to his throat. Between the iron studs and his mercurial strength, the man's windpipe was most certainly crushed and wasn't going to be surviving that. He turned to face another opponent, but his attention was immediately taken by screaming unlike any he had heard before. He looked to see the source and saw... Something. It looked like one of the gun-man's skulls was being caved in by some invisible force; Maribelle was on the ground, but she looked far from dead, but also farther from being the source... What the hell was going on here? Focus, dammit, you can question it later! Sam turned and saw two men crouched in cover, hiding from Hawk's devastating fire. He rushed them, tackling one and causing the other to flee into the open, where his head promptly split open from Hawk. Sam quickly bashed his quarry's skull in and stood up. He looked around, quickly seeing who all was left: Weasel had escaped, the three men holding Agni where down for the count, one more to Hawk, two to Sam, Janitor mopped up three already, and two more were... Well, Maribelle seemed to have taken care of them.
One left somewhere.
There was a loud shot, and a sharp pain in his gut. Sam let out a cry and fell to the ground; one of the gunmen made it across the street, hiding against the house Hawk was on and so out of his line of fire; he was holding a smoking revolver and turned the gun towards Agni, cocking the hammer again. Sam closed his eyes; there was no point in trying to get up, there was no reaching the ganger in time; he had to stop the bleeding from the wound. He concentrated on his blood flow, redirecting around the bullet wound, slowing the internal bleeding. Some blood still poured from the wound, but his focus on directing the internal blood slowed the bleeding process enough that he wouldn't bleed out from the wound.

Palm stared at the lifeless corpse that laid beside her. Palm herself was on the ground, and as she tried to stand she felt like a searing rod of pain gazed her skin. The scrapes were going to limit her movement severely but it's not like she was the one doing all her moving. Palm looked around to only realize that most of the gangsters were taken out. A fleeting joy came to her as she realized that she had won her first group fight with only self-made injuries. Yet that was only fleeting because the sound of a gunshot brought her back to reality.

She watched as Sam fell down and the shooter this time aimed at the red haired youth. Panic spread across Palm's mind as she knew that once he finished with Angi he would turn to her. Not to mention that her partner could be dead and they had to get him some medical attention. Wait, did Sam even have life insurance do gangsters usually get that. Palm winced as she forced her body to move towards the shooter only praying that her arm would get him.

As she closed the distance she some resistance coming from her back. Then before she knew it she was soaring through the air with her back facing the gangster. Her invisible arm had stretched out and loped towards the gunman in an attempt to both surprise and kill him. Luckily the shock factor of the move worked as the gunman froze up debating between shooting Angi or turning and shooting Palm. He eventually decided on the latter but that moment of hesitation was all that her friend needed as it socked him in the face sending him tumbling in the ground. The gun slid from the man's hand and Palm was laying flat on the ground as well. Why did she manage to get such a troublesome power,

While Palm was debating on cutting off her invisible arm, the arm in question slowly made it's way towards the next victim. Of course said victim didn't know what was happening but as he tried to get up and force pushed him down. This was whenever he started to freak out and instead of trying to push said invisible force off he simply moved his arms and legs attempting to stand up.

When the pressure let up and he jumped to his feet he was taken off them again as he was lifted up into the air. He landed face first on the other side of Palm. A low groan escaped past his lips as he was picked up and slammed down again on the other side of her. After the fourth time he no noise came out and around the eight time his face was a bloody mess. His body was left on the ground after the eighth time as Palm tried to stand up. Her eyes quickly glanced over the corpse but she slowly moved towards the prone figure of Sam. She wanted to at least make sure he was okay after all if he was dead she couldn't get no information. Her arm was lazily flopping through the air as if it was tired, did it even get tired. Palm dismissed that question from her head and continued on her way.

"A-are....you alive," she asked in a tense tone.

Agni finally saw Sam, and then saw him go down after a shot rang through the area and he went down aftwards. Well Agni now knew he wasn't bullet proof, well he did already so what was he thinking now. And while Agni didn't get a read on how many people were around him he still turned around and tried to move out of the way of a shot getting behind something. Only nothing was nearby. He hopes the guys aim wasn't good and he just had to deal with a shot to the leg but the sound never came.

Agni looked over to see, well to see some girl he didn't notice before on the ground while the other guy was also. The only thing his brain could think of was she jumped off the roof and landed on him rolling out to the side killing them both. That was the only thing without counting powers that made sense. Then the guy was picked up by nothing and slammed multiple times into the ground. Alright then, screw him anyway.

Since Agni saw the girl just walk over and didn't hear anyone else nearby he silently assumed that everything was over for now before getting up and away from where he was. He then decided to go over to Sam since he was the one to set this all up. He was the only one who would know where his sister was and who was getting them.

Agni was closer to Sam then the girl so he got there first before looking around trying to find something he could use as a makeshift bandage on him, no such luck. And Agni knew his tie wasn't strong enough to stop the blood flow, it would rip when he tried to tie it around the wound.

Sam was laying on his back with his eyes closed. His breathing was steady, surprisingly so for those watching considering the wound in his gut. He was bleeding, but again, not as much as people would expect. He opened his eyes when he heard Maribelle's voice and let out a light cough. "Oh, yeah. Very much alive. I can handle worse." His mind had to remain focused on getting his blood used to the new flow patterns before they set in, so he took a moment to breath again. Janitor rushed over holding the shirt of one of the gangers he had clobbered and tore it, making a makeshift bandage for Sam. Slowy, the Crimson Scar sat up and took the rags from Janitor. "Thanks, friend. Get one for the kid, then you and Hawk meet up with Orlando's team. Make sure the girl's alright. Head home, tell Father what happened here, and that I'll be home later on." He glanced at Maribelle. "Tell him I need to talk with our most recent asset first." He looked back to Janitor. "Tell Orlando to get a few more guys ready. Father's gonna want to hit Creyborn again. After today, they're most certainly in a bad place. Could be a good chance to finish them off." The behemoth of a man nodded and lumbered off, making another makeshift bandage from the shirt of one of the other dead gangers.
"Pipsqueak. Agni, sorry, do me a solid favor would you: First, make sure you're sister's alright. If something happened with Orlando's team and they didn't save her, come right back here and get me. We'll immediately head off and kill Creyborn himself if need be to get her back. Once she's safe, take her home and never mention me. I didn't help you. More importantly, this girl-" He pointed at Maribelle. "Doesn't. Exist. Understood? The gang got jumped by a rival gang. You and your sister made it out in the chaos. That's what happened. There was no man named Sam. There was no woman. Is. That. Clear?"
By the time he finished talking to Agni, Janitor returned and offered the bandage to the kid. Hawk had climbed down from his perch, his rifle slung over his shoulder, his piercing grey eyes focused beneath his long black bangs. "Gotta get moving. Lazy Eye doesn't like waiting." Hawk whispered; he always whispered. Sam found that creepy about him.
Once the troop went off, Sam turned back to Maribelle. No, Palm. Her name is Palm, Sam told himself. It's fine to call her that, but get it out of your head. She might not be batshit crazy after all. "Mind helping me inside?" He asked, gesturing to the house. "I'd like to not be sitting in the dirt. And I'd like to have a few words with you." His voice of soft and tired, a vast contrast to the last time he spoke to her face to face.

Palm breathed a sigh of relief as she found that her partner had not died during the fight. This only made Palm more aware of his strength, he could survive fighting a group armed with guns and weapons and even a bullet won't kill him. Crimson Scar handled the situation in a calm fashion as he ordered his friend on what to do. It sounded like they were going to finish off the gang which meant less work for Palm. The sudden joy quickly turned into worry as she wondered if there will still be more people to hit. These victims were her way of getting information.

Her worries were quickly dismissed as it seemed that Crimson Scar wanted to talk with her. Perhaps she will be getting more contacts for her work, either way it had to be something good. Palm got one more good look at the kid that Crimson Scar dismissed, he was the reason that Crimson Scar had went out and fought these guys. Palm wondered if the red haired teen was somebody to recruit into her cause, that's of course is if he actually agreed to her ideals. But right now she was simply a small fry working for Crimson Scar's gang. She also debated about asking why the hell he was wearing such a large goofy tie but decided against it.

"Okay," Palm immediately replied to his request or was it a command, either way she didn't care because her spirits were high. The actual problem was....getting him inside the building. Her body still burned from the scrapes she suffered from her power and she didn't have enough physical strength to actually pick him up. Palm put his arm over her neck and put her arm underneath his other arm. She used her body as a brace for him to walk and they walked towards the building albeit slowly.

Once inside a wooden chair was found and Palm eased Crimson Scar's body on it. She stopped for a few seconds to catch her breath, before she started the life of crime she was simply an ordinary bookworm so her lack of fitness was to be expected. After catching her breath she removed her guise and revealed her face as there was no reason to keep it on. Like last time, she wore her thick glasses since she was blind without them but her dark purple hair was now worn casually down.

"So...what did you want to talk about?" Palm asked excitement oozing from her words. It was fairly obvious that Palm was expecting some great rewards for her contribution tonight. The question that was on her mind was what would she be earning.

Agni took a small look at the girl. All he knew was that guy was lifted into the air without her doing anything. She had a power like Sam and himself. But that was all he knew. She was also shorter then him and looked about the same age, what was going on around here. With that in mind he simply nodded. "Alright, I owe you that much." Agni said before rushing off towards where the people who took his sister left. "So long, thanks for the help." Agni said simply before rushing off as fast as he could.

He would eventually get to his sister, he would take her from the group thanking them before calming her down. Picking her up far more calmly and gentle then the others this whole night before walking back home telling her to forget about this night, and it was all over now.

Sam took a few more deep breaths. "First and foremost... Thank you for your help today. It's not in my power to hook you up with any of my contacts, but I will put a good word in for you with Father. He normally likes to keep tight fingers on them, so don't get your hopes up, but if you need information, call me. I'll get you what you need within the week." Sam smiled at her, offering a bit of comfort to her; with how much she was capable of, and her willingness to help, she earned that much at least. "But, uh... I've got a few questions. Regarding your power..." Sam's face turned a bit more serious, more concerned and uneasy than aggressive. "What... Is it? And how much control do you have over it?"
From what little Sam saw of Palm during the fight, it genuinely seemed like she was simply trying not to get killed, and that hell simply broke loose around her. And given the scraps across her body, it looked like she was tossed around almost as much as her opponents were. Sam had no clue what this meant overall, but it seemed very clear whatever her power was, she seemed to have very little control over it. This concerned him greatly, both for his and his gang's safety, but for what information he could milk out of her. His power was about total control; if hers behaved in a vastly different way, how much of what he learned from her would be applicable?"

Palm's expression quickly turned sour as her thin lips formed a frown. So she earned no contacts but at least she had a good word but in about her. This eased the bitterness in her throat but not by much. But she did appreciate his willingness to get her the information she needed so she wouldn't take this too harshly.

Palm's expression changed once again when another topic was brought up; her power. Her visage quickly paled as she took a step back. She was forced into a corner and what she says will depend on how she will be relied upon in the future. She couldn't outright tell a life since Crimson Scar would easily notice it and if she told him the complete truth then he may never give her a call again. Telling him all the ins and outs about her power also was a bad move on her part but she couldn't be too vague about it.

"Um...how do I put this," Palm said her mouth slowly trying to form the right words to say. She paused there and her mouth repeatedly opened and closed as if trying to find the right words to say. She knew that she needed to stop clamming up but she couldn't help it since this single conversation was important to her future.

"Well...y-you see, my power acts sorta like a...ghost around me. A-and it has a mind of it's own and doesn't listen to me, BUT it doesn't really...um, act out unless somebody is or about to hurt me." Palm inwardly gave herself a nod as she thought that she wasn't being too vague or specific.

"S-so...any one of your friends should be okay as long as they don't get hostile towards me...because after that I can't guarantee their safety." Crimson Scar could have taken the latter part of her remark as a threat, but considering the other stuff she was saying and when she mentioned during their first meeting that 'she didn't mean to kill those people' this only meant that her 'ghost' didn't stop until the threat was completely neutralized with or without her consent.

Sam's face grew somewhat pale as she described her power. A ghost? An invisible force that acts of its own will that simply defends her? Sam was both confused and somewhat frightened by this, but things had become much clearer: First, her statement that she didn't mean to kill the first several people now made sense. Her invisible friend simply got out of hand. This also meant perhaps she wasn't completely insane; mostly, as she did still seem to enjoy killing, but the girl herself seemed reasonable apart from that quirk. Sam put up with a few psychopaths on a daily basis, so one more wasn't too bad. "Alright then. I appreciate your cooperation. That's all I really needed to know." He slowly stands up, hand on his stomach; he wasn't as steady on his feet as he wanted to be. Healing would have to be something to work on. "As I said, your help today is very much appreciated." He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, and offered her a decent amount of money. "I know we didn't agree on any sort of payment, but all things considered, you probably need to eat to." Sam smiled kindly at her. "And get yourself patched up. I'll talk to Father, see if I can't get him to go easy on you for a little while. Rest up, and call me if you need any information. As I said, I'm happy to help." Sam slowly made his way to the front door. He was easily going slow enough that if she needed anything else from him, it would be easy to ask him to stop.

Her tense body relaxed as Crimson Scar stood up and offered her some money. It seems like she managed to avoid an obstacle perhaps she was getting better at socializing. When Crimson Scar offered her the money she graciously accepted it. Of course she caught his warm smile and gave herself a pat on the back, she was successfully winning his trust. While Palm could care less about making friends she knew the importance of them.

"Um, I'll be sure to do that, stay healthy." She quickly stated and put back on her guise. She left before Crimson Scar did and made her way through the alleyway. Despite wanting to run away due to her fright she managed to stand her ground. Her lips slowly formed a small, soft smile as she realized that she was slowly changing. She wasn't the useless bookworm that everybody used to tease she was becoming something more.