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She gave a wry smiled as his jaw dropped, Looks like I guessed right. Waiting quietly as he picked her up and continued to bring her outside the lair where he might of had the advantage if he wanted to silence her she slid out of his arms and onto the ground and looked right up at him. Walking a few feet from him to the hole he had made on his entrance she pointed straight up at the sky, "I'd like to ask, what type of werewolf changes during a half moon?" She let out a breath through her nose as she looked around the store, "You answered my questions so naturally, about what happened, you gave me details, and you knew about what was in the lower levels before we even went down here. That only leads to one explanation, you were here when it happened, but that also led to another question, why, were you here when this happened?" She gave a light stretch before she continued, looking at him all the while through fabric around her eyes that could be seen through one way, and only seen through the other if you really closely, "You probably don't realize how very obscure this place is. Heck, it's a full on rarity to find a place devoted to simply lending out old videos especially in one of the places promptly labelled the City Of Tomorrow. Plus, this place has no ads, no commerials, even if someone went looking for it, the moment they realize that it's in the Fens they'd just pass it up as a dirty movie store and ignore it all the same." She took a quick glance around the store, then back at him, "Also, Ms. Lights lived alone, any and all family she has is out of state or deceased. In the last two years, probably the only real company she's had with her was that weird cat, well at least up until a few weeks ago."

Looking over at the hole she gave let out another soft sigh, "Sure, just watch the claws, I only have one of these and it's a pain to fix." She pointed absently at her arm as she walked away from the case and over to the generator. After looking for a moment, she found the right switch and with a quick flick, the wheels started to slow down the lights began to dim until they were in darkness once more. She started walking over to the hole, feeling out her steps carefully as she waited for her night vision to return. It would be a few more minutes, so she stopped over next to the hole and waited for the person who called themselves Creature Feature to catch up. While she waited, she leaned against an adjacent wall and started to go over the events in her mind. With the adrenaline from the security system attack fading, she was feeling just a little tired, but it still meant that there were several strange things about tonight. She looked over at her companion for this little adventure and said in a casual tone, "So Vance, what's with the whole werewolf thing?"

She felt like she wanted to do a full on face palm, but settled for lowering her head for a second and lightly pressing her index finger to it before letting out a long sigh. Turning to face the rather bright faced wolf creature, her tone had a sort of tired numbness quality to it. "Alright, let me set the record straight. I am very sneaky, and I am also rather flexible and good at acrobatics. I wear a completely black outfit with no logos and a felt mask, but I am not a ninja. Ninja's aren't defined by such things, a ninja is a practioner of the art of Ninjitsu, a form of martial arts developed by peasants when they had their weapons taken away by using their tools and farming equipment instead. Ninjas as portrayed in movies are a very overly circulated steroetype that is rarely used by modern ninjas, because the point of their skills is to blend in, which in todays society requires more of a uniform of jeans and a concert t-shirt rather then an entirely black outfit." Looking at the case, she started to dig into her pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from one of the pockets on the breast of her black biker suite. "Do you have a phone, I myself don't have a secret base or hidden security where I live to watch this stuff while I'm away, but I know someone who does."

Hearing the distint clunk of the falling and sizzling turret, Silhouette stopped to turn and see the scene. She also stopped and turn to see the lap now completely covered in strewed parts and the gonk that was shooting out of the cannons on almost every surface. I really pity Ms. Lights when she comes back to this, if she's still alive that is. Walking carefully around each goopy mess that was starting to harden she made her way over to Creature Feature's side and looked at him as he examined his claws. "Okay, so we learned a valuable lesson today didn't we. If you drop into a random lair uninvited, find away to disable the security system, THEN turn on the lights." Patting him on the back, she turned around and made her way back to the display case to get a look at the weapons inside. The case was half covered in the goop shot from the turrets, but you could still see the contents. "Huh, these are probably trophies, or weapons confiscated from some past fights. We should probably call someone to come and gather these for safe keeping given we just knocked out the only security this place had."

She was sort of just hanging there from the stump that remained of the turret she sliced in half when the other one found it's attention on her. She was about to jump down, found herself just looking on as creature jump out from wherever he was hiding and took out another one of the guns by getting it blasted by it's remaining comrad. It was a rather clever feet, but not one she thought deserved celebrating just yet since there still one left, and that one was just loading up another shot as creature began his little call. Jumping down, it still looked at creature, she yelled out, "There's still one left." It turned promptly on her, and started to fire. She sprinted away from the shots, and ran around knocking misillanious stuff off tables to keep the turrets attention on her while she did so.

Watching from her perch she saw maybe half of the scene, but with half the information, she noticed one thing as he moved, the guns focused on the loudest sound. Sliding behind the table she braced her hands against it's edge. This particular table was covered in parts in neat little bins. It was almost a pity, but maybe Ms. Lights could forgive her, if she's still around to get mad. Letting out a breath she prepared for the rather unpleasant experience to follow. Pushing her hand's out, she regained her dimensions, the table pushed outward with her form and gave her additional momentum in which she gave it a heavy shove that gave the table a great screech that cleared it a few yards away from her and then promptly tipped over. While the screech brought the attention of the turrets to her direction, the bins of parts flew off and clattered off the table and making a larger clatter that received several blasts gluing down the parts in a permanent disarray. Running back from the table she scoped a covered something, it was a rather strange looking thing under a sheet. It was a gamble, but took the so called leap of faith and stepped up to find a rather stable platform that brought her closer to the turrets who were still occupied with the clatter. Crouching down, she found that one of the turrets had decided the sound of her movement was much more interesting then the falling table. It took a shot at her, but she jumped over the goop before it hit, and sent herself flying towards the turret itself. She flattened her hand and held it close like a blade as she went over and used it to slash at the gun barrel. The barrel couldn't take the hit and was sliced clear off.

Walking next to him, she examined the symbol on what he pointed out very carefully, taken in the details quickly she noted how she was going to remake it at home before she is able to call her contacts. She began to trace it in the air when she quickly heard the announcement, looking up at the turrets she gave Creature a shove as something shot at their feet before jumping herself, "MOVE!" The turrets shot out in rapid succession at them. After the first dive, Silhouette quickly got to their feet before running in multiple directions weaving through the shots with leaps and bounds. Diving under a table, she flattened herself against the adjacent wall and watched as the machine kept firing, hoping for a malfuction or more realistically, the darn thing running out of ammo.

She didn't proceed nearly as quickly, her steps limited as she took in the picture she could in the dim light. A heroes base, or a villians for that matter, it was always hard to tell really. It probably belonged to Ms. Lights, which wasn't a very large leap to make, it was right below her video store after all. It was very tidy and lacking of dust, which meant someone was cleaning and sweeping it regularly, which meant someone had to know about it, and the only someone who was even living on this block was Ms. Lights. It was a passing thought with a little bit of awe that the owner of her favorite video store was a retired super something (she hadn't decided whether Ms. Lights was a hero or villian, since honestly it could go either way). Looking around she heard the light musings of CF and responded numbly, "Probably because most of this stuff is absolutely ancient, the probability of even half of it working properly is rather slim. Anyway, what they were looking for probably wasn't very large." Making her way, through it, she looking over a strangely shaped contraption that she couldn't determine a use for when she heard the creature yell out his intent, turning towards him, she nearly sprinted, "Wait, it might be a...." There was a light chirping from the old generator as it started to warm up. It only got louder as it began to spin and lights started to come on right as she got near the creatures back. She had to stop and blink away spots as her night vision was effectively ruined by the flicker of lights that flooded the lair and revealed it's form in intimate detail. After rubbing her eyes and making sure she could see clearly, she reached up her hand and promptly gave Creature Feature a smack on the back of the head. "Are you daft? Who told you to go around touching anything, this place could of had traps or a security system wired into it?"

Well there was some sense in her mind, basement cave thing, plus storage of weird science things, plus dangerous probably equaled a base or lair of some sort. It sounded somewhat cliche in her own mind, but then again, everything else about his whole recount sounded the same, plus she reminded herself, this was Freedom City. Backing up, she watched quietly as he started to make the entrance more accomidating for a decent and noticed that despite his inexperience he was a very physically strong individual. She also watched quietly as he reached around his waist for some took he did not actually have. Watching him start to talk, she let out a sigh, "You know natural night vision is much more effient then using something like a flashlight which would just ruin it." She walked next to him and also said, "Plus, since you're some form of wolf thing, you'll probably fair better then normal." She gave him a light pat on the shoulder before walking over and crouching backwards next to the hole. Sliding her legs backwards, she let them drop into the hole and supported herself by leaning on her upper body, then did the same while supporting holding herself up by her hands on the legs. She peered into the darkened space, it was probably just a little bigger then the store itself, and she could make out in the dim light from the hole a few yards that revealed one or two tables with various scattered devices on there tops on a darkened greyish floor that looked itself to be concrete. Directly under her was the missing cabinet, that was bent and distorted from it's fall, and not looking like terribly like something she'd like to land on. Swinging herself forward from her position, she made sure she had the right amount of moment then let go, doing a perfectly graceful flip that landed into a slight crouch to even out the momentum, and brought her down onto the concrete floor completely unscaved. ((Acrobatics throw, with a perfect twenty.))

She almost completely ignored the somewhat jumbled and irrelivant questioning that probably involved an entirely incorrect assumption and focused more on what came after. He seemed to know a good bit about what happened, or he was crazy, which in any other city in the world she might of accepted rather then the explanation that ninjas attacked a video store in the middle of the Fens. Plus the condition of the place supported his theory, well maybe not the ninja part, people can be armed and dressed in black without being ninjas, but this probably wasn't something like an armed robbery or maybe a random act of vandalism. The whole place was trashed, but it was systematically trashed with every single video having been removed from it's proper shelf and casing, whoever came here was looking for something. And more importantly, whoever this was, he was probably here when it happened. She gave him another once over, as frightening his appearance the way he held himself simply didn't appear like he was much of a threat. He seemed anything but confident and didn't seem very comfortable in his own skin (given, that might just be because it was currently covered in thick hair). If she had to guess, she'd probably say that he'd never been in a real fight in his entire life. Glancing towards his face once more she caught a slight movement towards the hole she had looked at before. Taking this in account she pretended she didn't see the movement and began to pace around the store slowly before finding her way to the hole. "What have we got here?" She said this in all calmness as she kneeled down and peered into the darkness. She couldn't tell how deep it was, or how far down it went, picking up an empty case she tossed it in, and listened as it seemed to bounce then continue downward until it something, maybe a slope made by the cave in, then slid to a hault. "Something managed to break through the foundation and cause a cave into a lower level, would you know anything about that?"

He was a bit heavy, but she kept a steady hand as she got him to his feet. He seemed to have a puzzled look all the while, but she wasn't terrible concerned about it. Taking another glance around she took inventory of the store once more, from this angle she noticed that in one area that had been previously occupied by a cabinet there was now a large hole in the floor. The whole area of the floor seemed to tip towards that hole which probably meant that was the are that caused the initial collapse that shook the foundation. She almost took a step towards it when the creature started to speak again. He was mubbling a, something about being scared but shrugged it off. Hearing his voice though made her remember that even in the rather awkwardness of the whole thing, he had asked her about Ms. Lights, the owner of this place who didn't seem to have been there since. Did he know her? Meeting his gaze once more she found his face as he introduced himself with a hand shake. He started to say one word, something with a va sound, but changed his mind to a rather more curious alias. She might of questioned the name itself, but then again, there were active heroes in the city limits named Dead Head, and Supercape so it really wasn't that unusual a name, and it rhymed. Grabbing his hand she gave it a squeeze absently, even though his so much bigger then her's in comparison that she could only really grab a few fingers. "Silhouette," She paused for a few moments looking around once more, "Do you have any idea what happened here?" She moved her hand about the premises of the now wrecked building as she examined his face to see if it gave away any hints of knowledge on his part.

She continued as the creature almost jumped out of his furry feet when she appeared from behind and fell backwards cowering behind huge paws like he wasn't some large furry monster who could probably take her in a fair fight. Her mask didn't accurately show her expression, but she could feel her face relaxing into it's usual slight scowl as another sigh escaped her lips. Whoever this was, there was a couple of things certian, they weren't any real threat, or if they were they were a dang good actor. This contimplation ended when she heard the large beast point a nailed finger at her and started accusing her. Great, Rolling her eyes slightly, she started to walk over to the creatures side, kneeling down only slightly to meet his eye level she gave him another once over. He was indeed large, and his features could be fearsome, but a closer look revealed nothing of the sort. Even as he tried to talk tough, there was fear and uncertianty encrusted into his face. Though for the body as a whole it seemed very unusual, on the face it seemed as comfortable an expression as her currently invisible scowl. Reaching out her hand, her voice lost a little edge of the cynicism as she spoke this time, "You need some help getting back up?"

He looked directly at her and then missed her completely. She watched quietly as he almost stumbled again and locked himself into a rather horrible fighting pose. She heard his stammered yell into the darkness and let out a silent sigh, Why do they always think I'm a ninja? Moving quietly against the wall to try and get to an opening of an adequite size to squeeze through she turned to look and caught him doing a very exuaggerated snarl which she onlygave a light snort to in response. Finding an opening directly behind him, she walked over and regained her dimensions as she watched the hair on his back still ruffling with his snarl. "You need to see a better hair dresser." ((I believe the first check was a stealth one, and the second was a will one.))

Well that was certianly... graceful. Ignoring the internal snark, she moved forward a bit to get a better look. The lighting wasn't all that great to be honest, and it was both a good thing and a bad thing. Good thing, was that it was easy to hide, bad thing she had a hard time getting a good look at whoever it was that was there. Hearing the voice, it sounded like a rather gruff male voice. He was a rather big fella, rather hairy as well. Inching forward she took another glance around the abandoned movie store looking for a better way around. Flattening herself against a near by wall generally obstructed by other cases she moved slowly as her darkened figure blended into the shadows. Getting a better look at the creature, she could almost make out some features. His face was a bit longer then usually, especially around the middle it seemed to stretch out to, a snout? His teeth were slightly rested just under it, and were shown to be very long and very sharp in the dim moon light. His eyes were still closed from the impact maybe he was trying to think or something. The light continued on and spread over his arms and shoulders down to his forearms. They were hairy as well, they were also connected to a pair of very large hands each individually and menancingly clawed. Keeping her place hidden she couldn't see much more of his form as it was shouded in the dark shadow cast by the moonlight. She stayed flat as she watched out onto the scene and processed what exactly she was seeing. This figure struck as many strings of nostalgia as the shop itself. A dark night in front of a bright screen, sitting with pop corn on her father's lap, hiding her head into his shoulder whenever it became scary, and proceeding to spend the night in her parents bed so the monster wouldn't come out of the screen and eat her in her sleep. Though the memories were both fond, and a bit silly in retrospect, in her own darkened voice looking out at the creature before her, she let her thoughts slip out of her lips almost unconciously. "You have got to be kidding me."

Nights were never quiet in the Fens. It wasn't the most dangerous neighborhood in the city, but night was when almost everyone hung out there dirty laundry. There was a dealer on almost every corner, at least six yards of neon for every seedy store and bar buzzing brilliantly to attract the eye of someone wanting a good time in the not so wholesome sense. There were muggers and pick pockets as well, but she had taken three out on her way over to her destination and usually didn't find much more then that before midnight. For now, her focus wasn't on the bright and proudly sinful area that was the Fens, in fact she was looking for the only place that was very much the opposite. What remained of the movie hut contrasted very dramatically with the rest of the Fens. It was one of the few places in the city that after it's destruction, stayed that way for several days following. It didn't surprise her, barely anybody had known it was their in the first place. It was almost a well kept secret of the small community where high crime, and in turn the media never touched, and even if it did have some merchandise that was just as dirty in content as the rest of the neighborhood, the vast majority of the selection was the secondhand movies and treasures of the previous generation. Sil was not opposed to DVDs, but she was still fond of the sheer durability tapes and kept a small collection she took from her parents house after they had effectively replaced the movies and this place was one of the only ones of it's kind in the City of Tomorrow that provided these tapes that ranged from bootlegs of old shows she liked when she was a girl, to movies from companies that had long shut down and were unable to make rereleases in the new digital age. It was very much a place of reminisence that she gave lots of business, and now it was nothing but a heap of rubble. She stalked quietly in the shadows of the neighboring building that had not been touched at all from the destruction. From the side she could see in the shadow of the half moon old geniune wood counter tilted and covered with plaster dust from the wall collapsed on top of it and started to vaguely remember standing there herself in a yellow track suite with a small stack of movies picking out some of the little sweets at the front that only cost a dime. Shaking away the memory she began to examine the scene more closely. Scanning the toppled shelves the videos seemed oddly disarrayed, even for something that had fallen sometimes some maintain there position by leaning up against areas of contact, but that was the case. Every video, in every case was removed and scattered around the premises. As if someone was looking for something. Moving into the rubble, she very carefully examined the tapes, several were battered and broken beyond repair, others were simply buried by the toppled shelves, but where they fell, they all seemed to go in one direction like they were faced into a sink hole. A basement? Maybe if she loo..... Her train of thought was immediately broken by the sound of footsteps, well if you could call them that. Whoever it was sounded like they were practically tripping over themselves. Still, she quickly went 2D and into the shadow of a case that was only propped up by a pile of tapes it probably once held and laid flat while she watched quietly into the darkness to see who was coming.

The show went on as scheduled, and through the first act, everything seemed to be going fine. Carrie herself wasn't going to actually admit or say anything like that out loud, because that's just asking for trouble, but as the curtian fell for the first intermission she let out a light sigh of relief as she descended from the tech booth. Just as before, everyone fell into a hurried stride to get everything ready and change sets for the second act. The A.D. was making her rounds before calling off names in order while the actors were doing voice checks and the propmaster started to set aside everything needed for the next act. All and all, it was a bit of an organized mess as feet shuffled and people started to check there make up. Carrie wasn't called away to help sew up some loose ends again, so she grabbed a chair and let her feet rest for a little bit before she would have to stand for the next hour in the poorly ventilated tech booth once more. Looking around her at the chaos her eyes glanced over the folding table that held the props. On the table was a folded shiny yellow piece of cloth on top of wax paper and a necklace to match. Leaning over a little at it, she more clearly the folds and pattern of the objects, they both gleemed in the dim light like real gold. Clearly the costume designer went all out on this, since it looked pretty authenic. Also, it looked a little familar as well, but she couldn't quite think of wear. Reaching out she tried to touch the fabric but was called out from behind. "Lighting tech." Looking behind her, she met faces with the actress playing the titular. The woman couldn't of been more then a year or two older then herself, but somehow seemed to command attention and respect with the confidence of a much older woman. It was probably why she was choosen for this role in the first place, because in the story even if she's bitter, the heroine always held herself well. "It's almost time for the second act, you should hurry back to your post." Looking quickly at her blocky watch she realized this was indeed the case and started back over to the ladder, but not before looking over her shoulder as the actress started to gaze over the prop table for a few seconds. Then like it wasn't there moved to her position on stage where her character was about to be sentenced to banishment. The whole incident in of itself wasn't strange, but something in the back of her head was nagging her about the whole thing. The second act went for a little bit just as well as the first. The main actress was really quite good at adding a certian edge to the events. Even when her character shifted from the intense bitterness, to begging, and then to calming preparing to give poisioned gifts it all seemed very much in character. Though through the whole act, something in the back of her mind nagged about the whole thing. Looking over the railing as walked forward with the package in hand, Carrie couldn't help but glance down at the goldish robe once more. It was much deeper a gold then the robe used in the dress rehearsal, in fact, this one even seemed to gleam in the lighting like it was actual gold. Leaning closer, she went from the cloth to the actress herself. The name out in front of the theatre billed the actress Sherry Turner, a newer actor in the field who had been hand picked out of seemingly nowhere. This person didn't seem like she was that new to this though. Not with the way she had spoken to her before at least. Still, that was probably because she was a good actress. Backing away from the edge she got back into position. The small headset in her ear buzzed a sec as the head of the tech staff buzzed, "Alright, get ready to hit the lights as the robe of Glauce changes hands and we move to the next act." She was moving quietly to her position about to get the switch when something hit her. Robe of Glauce, a golden robe that was said, ohh sh... Her thought didn't finish completely as she dashed to the edge once more and peered down at the actress playing Medea. The robe had a fine lining at the bottom a bit hard to make out from so high up, but it covered her from touching it directly. It wasn't the same robe that was at the dress rehearsal, it wasn't part of any of the dozens outfits she had helped the seamstress tailor earlier. No one seemed to notice the change because everyone was so busy, and when she was about to touch it, well she didn't know if that was lucky or not that she was stopped but it still led to the fact that there was a serious problem. Telling the tech director wouldn't help anything at least not fast enough, and yelling would be pointless since she would be drowned out by the orchestra. Taking a quick glance around she tried to think about what she could use, she couldn't just toss some equipment, it was really expensive to replace plus she had witnesses. But what else was there. Walking sideways against the rail following the actresses movements, she started to panic a little. Maybe she was being paranoid but crazy stuff doe... Her thought was interupted again as her foot hit something hard and heavy. Looking down she saw a discarded sandbag just lieing there. Looking down, she tried to think of the height, and then at the concequences. What if she was wrong, and if it was just a really good duplicate, but what if she was right? She might seriously hurt the actress, but then again, that dress might get her killed. It didn't have to hit, in fact it probably wouldn't, but it would be a distraction, it would get her in trouble, but it didn't have to hit. Heaving up the sand bag took a good bit of effort, but she was able to get it up to the rail. Leaning on the edge she almost gulped as she leaned it forward and almost decided against it when the sand shifted by itself and fell forward. The surprise of the shift left her unable to take it back or catch it as it went down and started to plummet down towards the actress playing Medea about to hand off the golden robe.

I will. ^^

As everyone got seated, and the music started playing for the curtian to rise Carrie set herself and gave stage directions for the techs about where to go. She hadn't seen this particular play before, though she had read a version of it in high school, apparently that was a more abridged version of the opera that was about to take place. Carrie herself couldn't say she was a big fan of opera, even if she had worked behind the scenes of several in college, but her opinion on it didn't matter as she got the signal from the stage director to pull up the spot light while the curtian began to rise.

Well I sort of didn't know their even was an Opera version of Medea, it could be that since it has the same plot as the regular Medea.

Side Note: The show's not an opera, it's a play.

She leaned back into her chair, "Several, mostly when I've been traveling in other parts of the city. They're decent people, I just don't expect them to come all the way out here to stop a few muggings, especially when most high profile crimes happen more downtown and such because the criminals they want to catch want the media to care that they're doing something. I find it hard pressed for anyone with a camera to care about what happens here, given, they might just be scared that if they interfer with some local business's they might suffer from an unfortunate accident." She did a single air quote with one hand as she reached for her book before. Mob influence of the area wasn't exactly a secret, it just wasn't as thick as over in Greenbank or the Waterfront otherwise some of the more viliglante heroes like Silencer would of hung around the Fens more often.

She held back an eye roll from his mention of 'friends', while she was sure some heroes did patrols sometimes, it wasn't a perfect system and as such she herself had been subject to several muggings as well as had to bust up a couple in the past. Given, most of them were near the border of Greenbank. She gave her watch another look before responding, "If I really need you in the next few minutes I'll be sure to scream quick enough so the kidnappers for the prostitution ring don't have time to obscure my conciousness with a rag and some chloraform. Anyway, there are probably people around who need more help at the moment than me, so don't go all Dulcinea on me and get overly protective about some random girl you've just met, I'll be fine." Turning away she started to walk a few steps before she turned around, "Ohh, in case I'd forgotten, thank you again for the meal and for killing that little whatever it is."

She snorted slightly, "You sound like you expect them to come out of nowhere to help every time you scream for help. Truth is, they don't catch a third of the thugs on this street. Even less down in Greenbank, you can expect even less from the cops who won't show their faces around here unless they're called which nine times out of ten never happens. Freedom may have a high concentration of heroes, but we can't expect them to deal with street level stuff, especially out in the part of town tourism forgot."

"It's cheap, and it's not the most dangerous part of town, given, it is in walking distance of the most dangerous part of town. Mostly, I'm here because the rent in the area stays in the one hundred and two hundred range for appartments. Though you lose some common luxuries, like reliable AC units and such." Thinking about her particular appartment, the only thing reliable thing there was her neighbors cats always finding a way onto her secondhand loveseat for an afternoon nap.

Crossing her legs she picked up her book and bent a page, "Yeah you can sit down, especially since you haven't managed to get any wipes out so I can clean up your little snafu here." Resting her elbow on the table she let out a soft sigh as he started to question her nonchalantly, "Well, other then the fact that I'm actually old enough to hang around this area, I'm one of the rare breed of human who actually lives here."