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"Any reports of murderers or anything please fill out this form and take I seat I will be with you in a moment." He held out a form to the person walking into the precinct. Jun-Ho hadn't left his work in a least a week. Despite his captain getting very annoyed at him, he couldn't leave any stone unturned.

“I don’t intend to but you’re going to stay here. You’ll just slow me down.” Iorveth picked up his bow and strung an arrow. He was still craving a fight. There was no way he was going to just sit here and wait it out. He had so much anger in him, that he needed to get it out. 

No one should ever hope to see what Charles could be like if he became the villain. He was dangerous, his abilities were a force to be reckoned with. Because of his connection to the mind, he had fallen victim to to the magic of the city. He wanted to be helping but the anger, the rage that was clinging to ever mind around him was influencing him. “I would not even think about trying anything.” Charles might be in a wheelchair but it didn’t mean he was weak. 

"My dog. He forgets how big he is and likes to play a bit more aggressively." Sigurd seemed to love bounding around the house and had a tendency to jump up on Loki without warning while he was sleeping.

Percy spent a lot of time training. There was just something wrong, something unfulfilling like a hole he couldn't fill. He often worked on the punching bags, able to get some anger out. "Can I help?" He noticed someone staring at him and he wasn't all too keen having someone watch him.

"Elliot good to see you made it through everything." Charles nodded slowly. It had been such a long time since he felt that helpless. Unable to use his abilities to help anyone, find the murderers. He opened the school as a place of sanctuary for others but he also had to witness one of his students die. It was never something he wanted.

"Why would I want to do that? I don't know you or trust you." Silco was not allowing anyone he didn't know near him. His focus was finding Jinx and Sarra. If he had time he would check in on Sella, who he had now met. But anyone else, he would not get near and would use his super strength and agility on.

"Smithsonian." Percy looked at the clocks in the museum. He had decided to make clocks here, nice antique, steampunk style ones. Gears, machinery. He was still making guns but it was a private thing and was making sure to make them in the right mind space. "Clock section."