Cody
Panoptic's paranoia split her opinion on the subject of this meeting. Her fear that, by reaching out, she provoked a gang of essentially assassins to get rid of her for this. On the other hand, her paranoia fed her the necessity of joining. The fear that her former classmates decide to come after her makes this a necessary risk. This internal battle waged in Panoptic's mind as she entered the dockyards in her full costume. A white streak marked her left leg with her secondary zone that was so kindly given by her connection to the one she designated Paint. 

Her steps slowed as she waited impatiently in front of a shipping container. She relied on her power to feel out for anyone near by as it expanded. A gold film building around her on the ground and along the container as she leaned against it. There was no way she would make it easy to sneak up on her. That's how you end up another body.
Juanita
The night cascaded above Panoptic as thick clouds gathered above and there by the container she stood in wait.

Her zone had grew to encompass a small zone around herself at this point, piercing into the container behind and the clear space surrounding her. The silence was deafening for all but a moment until the *Swooosh* Of metal entered the air. Panoptic had felt the blade enter her zone but could do little as it passed through beside her, the blade piercing her raincoat as it thunked into the metal container pinning the material.

Her head snapped to the origin of the small knife and there upon a stack of containers stood a man clad in feather, his pale face hidden below a black mask. Though not audible she made out three clear words from the movements of his mouth.

*"Turn.*"
*"It."*
*"Off."*
Cody
Panoptic's anxiety spiked as the blade struck into her raincoat and would snap to look at Crane. A blank white mask would show surprisingly calm looking eyes. The benefits of extra-sensory abilities. She would keep her movements slow as she reached down and would scratch a nail down the center of her paint mark. After two scratches the paint would simply crumble off of her pants. 

"Off." 

The gold film would stop growing and would slowly begin to dissipate as she made a thumbs up towards the dark clad figure. She's no good in a fight, clearly, so she's not going to piss this guy off anymore than needed. She would put her hands up to show that she was unarmed at the moment and not reaching for anything. She did not feel like getting stabbed tonight.
Juanita
Panoptic watched as Crane smoothly descended from the crates, meeting her at ground level in only moments. From the features she made out of his face he appeared no older than twenty-five, thirty at a push but he moved like he had been doing this for years. 

He walked up to her and swiftly pulled the knife from the container, holstering it once again within his feathered cloak. Glimpses of metal shone within his cloak for the moments it was visible it was clear this man was, to say the least, *Packing*. For the few moments his arm had entered what remained of her zone she did however note a curious feature. He was thinner than one might expect, not non-muscular but certainly lean. His skin was unscarred and more significant than all laying below his arm a large blade, ten inches long and attached to some mechanical device of kinds.

He looked up, the red eyes of his mask making contact with Panoptic's, and he spoke a simple phrase.

"You called?"
Cody
Panoptic would look up to the man with a tilt of her head as she got a read of him. Her eyes looked over his weapons, noting the arm, and finally would go back to his eyes. She was shorter by a good stretch but otherwise her own build was hard to pick out from the mess of raincoat and baggy pants. If he were to bother looking it would seem Panoptic had come armed but the two short knives were hidden in the folds of the raincoat. Gold around the corners of her eyes.

"I did."

Her voice was high and had a hollowness to it like someone not entirely here. Her voice cracked ever so slightly as she spoke again.

"I am interested in becoming apart of the group you affiliate with. I'll do whatever it takes."
Juanita
Panoptic watched as Crane's blank face gradually formed into a grin, his widespread teeth matching the white of his face. He spread his wings wide revealing the array of knives surrounding his torso before he looked down with a smile and spoke, "Looks like you're in the right place."

With his outspread arms Crane motioned to a boat docked within the harbour. It was a medium sized boat, you couldn't tell exactly from this distance but it looked like there was likely only a single deck below the top level with a few rooms at most.

"Within that ship is a package bearing my mark," Crane stated simply, "Retrieve it however you deem as best. Prove yourself."

It sounded a simple enough test, search the boat and retrieve the package but that couldn't be all there was to it, *Could there?*
Cody
Panoptic's blank mask showed nothing but her eyes as she scanned him. Her anxiety ate at her standing in front of someone who was so dangerous. Something is off. "Looks like it."

She'd look off to the boat with a frown as she considered. She knew there was something off about this, her paranoia wouldn't have it anyway, but did she have a choice? She was desperate. It was a test. "What's the catch?" She'd ask with a voice that cracked at the end. "Do you hunt me the entire time? Traps?" She glanced back at him. 

She still moved forward, however. She didn't run over but she did begin her treck. She wanted to see if he would answer her. "And don't go throwing your knives at me for having my power up, if you don't mind."
Juanita
Panoptic watched as Crane took a step backwards away from her, a smile still spread across his face. "Now, now, now." He exclaimed, "What would the fun be if I told you that?" 

He let out a small chuckle, "But worry not my little sparrow, *I* Won't be chasing you." He turned and walked away slowly step by step before turning and speaking once more, "As for my knives, that's only if it's being used against me." 

Crane's hand raised and gave her a little wave goodbye. "Good luck." He stated plainly before stepping around the side of a crate. He was gone.
Cody
"My power isn't even offensive." Complained the cluster-thinker as she walked away. It wasn't as much a statement for him but a complaint into the universe. An empty thought left to the sky. She couldn't even get super-strength from the worst moment of her life?

She walked towards the ship. Once she felt a comfortable distance from the songbird she ran a hand along her chest and an invisible zone formed around her. With a long breath, steadying herself, she took a few steps towards the ship as she closed the distance. She let her zone build and opened her own primary zone as she did. Once it reached 100', where she could feel it stop, she stepped onto the ship and began her search using her power. Careful for anything sharp.
Juanita
She talked into the empty air as Crane departed from the scene, her speech afforded no response except the silence of the night and there she stood now alone. 

But she had a job to do, did she not? And so she began.

Panoptic began to walk, gradually approaching the ship, and her power activated and grew little by little as she went. The zone had reached its full size and she stepped upon the ship. Panoptic couldn't see much but what she did told her all she needed to know. Where she stood, the upper level was plain enough, the helm positioned at the front with a section of decking at the back, a hatch embedded within. 

Though she couldn't see it her power gave slight view into the compartment below, it appeared to be properly furnished or so she presumed from the wooden flooring and painted walls.
Cody
With a sigh, she searched carefully. Her hand reached down to the floor and left a white smudge on the floor to further the extension of her power. The one good thing about Paint was her power was how Panoptic viewed it. The only thing she'd thank her cluster for.

She walked along the ship using the touch sense of her power instead of trying to squint into the dark. She has a habit of relying on that given that she uses it so often to operate in her daily life. Gold covered the deck of the ship as she walked over to the hatch and began to open it carefully. "Package, package, package." She muttered.
Juanita
Panoptic's power expanded as she placed her mark across the floor, the thin sweated layer growing across the new zone still as she moved away. She felt the zone as if it were through her own eyes, the brisk air, the ship's deck and the cold water dropping into the depths. But she however found herself unfortunate, the scope of her power revealed little more to her than she already knew.

She moved over the the hatch, her power catching a glimpse of a table and some sporadic furniture in the space below as she moved. Her hands moved down and with a heft the hatch levered open. The interior view was simple but said all it needed, a small set of steps downward leading to a single bare room. 

Chairs, tables and other disarrayed furniture lay across the edges of the room, a layer of dust sat on their tops. A lone table, dustless, sat in the centre of the room with a box resting on it. The imprint of a red crane clearly marking the box's owner.
Cody
Climbing down and into the space below, Panoptic looked around as her paranoia crept through her. She hated that there was nothing jumping into her senses that could confirm her paranoia. Nothing that shaped itself into a danger. Deep breaths steadied her anxiety as she walked towards the box with her power extending her natural senses. She stepped towards it and scanned over with all of the extended senses. Touch, sight, and hearing all brushing it over as she grabbed it with a jerky motion. 

She knew that no thinker could be watching her and she had enough understanding of her power to sense strangers or trumps that didn't just shut down her power. So she knew that there was no way someone was waiting in this room to jump her. Even still, she was quick to back away from the table like it might explode.
Juanita
Paniptic's heart raced as her eyes span back and forth across the narrow room. Her power had encompassed the space around her and despite her rampant paranoia it was anything but alarming. The room was simply mundane, she saw no traps, blades, explosives, not a thing.

Even as her hands grasped the wooden box, she saw nothing of alarm. The box was simple, wooden with two hinges and filled with a foam inlay to house a simple pin in the shape of a crane. It appeared to have some writing protruding from the back but that was all, no explosives, no deadly gases or blades. A simple box.

And then she heard it.

It was a trap of sorts. Not what she expected of course, it was a simple siren which echoed through the air. She saw a flashing of lights through the opened hatch and it all clicked into place all too soon. Fancy traps? Elaborate schemes? Why go through all that effort when you could simply call the police on someone.
Cody
A hiss escaped Panoptic's lips as she held the box in her hands. Cops. Great. She focused her power's sight to read the writing as she began to climb up the ladder. One arm pulling her up while the other held the box. It was precarious but she had climbed enough windows to know how to do this.
 
"Fuck, goddamnit."

A huff as she arrived at the top of the ladder. She needed an escape plan. Her thoughts turned to the water first but she decided that'd have to be a last case scenario. She used her zone to expand her awareness of the area around her and began to move quickly towards the shipping containers. She used her expanded awareness to navigate and keep an eye out for police officers.
Juanita
Panoptic's power penetrated the cold wood of the box and focused upon the cold copper of the pin. The writing was short and all too simple and this is what it said.

*"Where water pools,"*
*"Where the moonlight sings."*
*"A crane can be heard calling,"*

*"It's plumes shine a deep red,"*
*"The dark, glowing of blood."*
*"As you find his nest.*

With the poem in mind she quickly ascended the cold ladder. She mantled upwards and her zone once again spread around her, the police lights shone in the distance but they weren't too close yet. She had time.

Quickly Panoptic dashed to the shipping containers, taking cover behind one of the many towers without any issue. The sirens grew louder, closer. They were coming but it was no doubt that she had time.