#bark4mebtch

pandora's box wasn't exactly where he expected to meet one of his own, but he couldn't let karma rot in a cell.

it seemed a bit high security, but given the circumstances, it made sense.

"hiya." he greets quietly, approaching karma's holding cell. "do, uh... d'ya recognize me? it's me, tex."

"Come on, get out!" Colos-Saul groans as he held the roof above himself from collapsing. Finally, a roof that didn't collapse from his doing. Of course, there were other things the shape changing superhero should be thinking about rather than the imaginary scoreboard of how many building's he's taken down. It was practically the end of the world and, while Saul was afraid to admit it, he had indirectly caused it. The soreness of his muscles from his last failure of a mission, stinging across the tender length of the man's spine. It pulsed with a stubbornness that seemed to match Saul.

Saul watched as the person scuttled on by and out towards the street before letting the building collapse over him. Carefully shaking of debris and shrinking to his normal height, Saul runs to catch up with the other person. "I don't mean to sour a rescue, but what were you thinking standing in a building like that?"

ㅤㅤㅤperry had always wondered how he'd fare in a zombie apocalypse. he had the benefit of almost never touching the ground, and being able to avoid the undead by sticking to walls. his spidey-sense warned him of incoming attacks, rendering the clumsy and lumbering zombies completely useless. gossamer felt bad for playing a part in unleashing hell onto the city, but it hadn't entirely been his fault. still, he couldn't ignore the guilt that he felt for being involved. gossamer had done his part, rescuing the citizens of halcyon or ushering them to safety while shepherding hordes of zombies away. his need to constantly banter and make small talk made him the perfect distraction, allowing the innocent to slip out of sight and out of the hungry maws of the undead. unfortunately, there was the matter of the bats. they were much more difficult to dodge, but gossamer had managed thus far. ducking into an alley, he happened upon blitzen who had the same idea. at the very end of the alley, gossamer waited for the boy to approach. slowly eight red lenses opened, in the pitch darkness of the alley the effect was downright spooky. his frightening appearance was betrayed by a fond, " bambi! " he gives him a wave while upside down. " it must be weird having something want to chomp on you for once, yeah? "

A heavy sigh left his lips as Sebastian pulled the headset from his ears, setting it on the desk softly as he looked at the call screen that was his job. Many people think that working dispatch is just answering phone calls, but often times, Sebastian is the one that can keep someone company while they waited for help, he was the one that could coax them out of a crisis or help them solve whatever problem they were facing. Sure, there were some calls that were totally bogus - pranks, people calling for non-emergencies - and sure, most of the time he was just routing the right heroes to the right emergency, but he was making a difference.

And it was certainly the best he could do, given that his powers weren't exactly useful for hero work. While it had helped to really reorganize and digitize the dispatch center and its channels, it wasn't something that could save the day - he couldn't fly in to swoop someone out of trouble, he couldn't lift ten tons of rubble up to search for a missing person (his arm could lift more than he normally could, but not that much) and he couldn't stop villains in their tracks.

Still, he understood that his work was rewarding even if others might not believe it - that he wasn't risking his life, putting himself in harms way - and it was with that knowledge that he walked out of the dispatch building with a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips. The setting sun cast an ember glow on the city, and he moved to bring his sunglasses to his face as he began to walk towards the sidewalk so he could make his way to the parking lot...

Only to wind up walking right into another.

"Ah, my apologies... Are you alright?"