<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Wolfie may joint post for speed!</span></div><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/80/Cipher.2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alisa Targar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=310417.msg15065563#msg15065563) AKA Cipher<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Leggings and a cropped tee in black, Doc Martens<br/><strong>Time and Date:</strong>9/10/2019 | Mid day<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Avengers Tower<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Fuck all this. Maybe I should just fuck off back home??<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>The soon to be Secret Avengers<br/><strong>Mood Music:</strong>Long Hard Road Out Of Hell (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=THNEolxBmso)<br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.treksinscifi.com/babedaily/babes/2014-01-24_Steamgirl.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Julie Parish (Blackout)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Black well polished army boots, black jeans, black blouse with frill collar and cuffs, black denim jacket with many enamel pins, black sunglasses, white and red stripped cane, black M73 Ski Cap reproduction with gold piping.<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Sep 10, 2019<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Mid-Day<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>The Avengers Tower -> Centeral New York<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Plotting - adendum<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>THE VISION! Hellstrom, Cipher, Firestar, Law and Daredevil<br/><hr/><br/>Julie took off her dark glasses and stashed them in a pocket of the denim jacket revealing her all black eyes to the whole room, well, to anyone in the room who could see. The darkness absorbed all light, nothing was reflected, it was like Julie had two impossibly black and improbably deep holes in her face, it was disconcerting, most physical mutations were, but as humans we pay special attention to faces, Julie's was quite, quite wrong and certainly remarkable.<br/><br/>"Julie Parish." The Julie put forward, "What you will find in the kitchen, which is back there," Julie pointed indicating the direction she had entered the lounge from, "is a half eaten can of ravioli that I was into before everyone else showed up." She offered an apologetic smile, "I will be along in a minute. I have to do something first."<br/><br/>She wandered over to close to one of the walls where she was scanning one of then many microphones in the room, "Vision, could you please dispense me a concealed in ear comm and let me know if  you can locate Cipher for me please? I would like to talk to her." Another X-Person on the team, someone Julie could have instant trust and faith in, would be ideal, she wouldn't try to con Cipher into joining this venture, just tell her why Julie herself was going to and see what happened.<br/><br/>Vision had indicated that Cipher was about halfway down the stairs and not taking them at speed, Julie strode towards the stairwell doors indicated, there were several stairwells in the building it was important to choose the correct one, and opened the door. She couldn't scan too far down due to the limitations in her scanning ability, she risked concentrating hard enough to try to unshroud her eyes for a few moments, but the light, she needed to work on this a lot more, her eyes were so out of practice dealing with light and focus, the muscles had atrophied and would need a lot of work to recover. Yeah, no, she could hear faint footfalls a fair way down though. Now she could run after Cipher, but really, that didn't seem wise, not at all. Julie stepped back into the building.<br/><br/>She popped the comms unit she had been dispensed out of it's packaging, activated it and pressed it into her ear, the device formed to her ear and blended itself to match her skin tones. "Vision, please guide me to another stairwell." she took the directions, and arrived at another set of stairs leading down. She heard the lights flick on as she entered, efficient. Now running down would be good cardio and she was tempted, but this required expediency.<br/><br/>Julie opened her mouth and a pair of long thin tendrils shot out, one latched to the handrail at the top of the stairs, the other hung, for the time being, loose. She lifted herself with the solid black matter and set to lowering herself rapidly down the gap in the middle of the stairwell. Tendril over tendril, she cleared several floors at a time, much faster than running, she stopped about half way down at a landing, "Vision, please let me know when I am sufficiently bellow Cipher that I can meet her on a landing as she comes down, but be there before she arrives, so she doesn't see me come through a door?"<br/><br/>The AI informed her that she needed to lower herself another seven floors at her current pace, this was done, with another tacked on for good measure, she then had Vision guide to her Cipher's stairwell, descended another half level to the midway landing and lent on the wall and waited.<br/><br/>Cipher represented home and family, she was an X-people, which made her automatically someone that, if Blackout was going to be along for this crazy ride, she wanted to have at her back. There was a certain kinship and camaraderie from that experience at the mansion.<br/><br/>Cipher had resumed her normal mode: visible, able to be heard though she still moved with soundless steps. She could have remained as she was, could have hidden away to avoid those who might look for her, might search her out, might stop her before she had physically escaped the confines of the Tower but she figured she was safe enough. After all, they had to be talking, right? And the cop? He had taken the elevator. He would be long gone.<br/><br/>Her thoughts were a whirl of supposition. What did they really want? Why had they been called now? It wasn't as if this problem was new. It wasn't as if these things required someone of her skills. She could phase and be wholly invisible but none of that meant anything, not really. So why in the fuck did they need her? Granted, the rest of the group was pretty self-explanatory. They had fuckin' Dare Devil for gods' sake! It was only her inclusion she pondered. Well, her's and the cop with the perfect ass. What powers did he have that meant he'd been included besides having an in with the NYPD?<br/><br/>She had just turned a corner when the small one caught her eyes. Julie? Blackout. Power over darkness. One who had been as quiet as she was, who had withdrawn when things went to shit. With only a slight pause, a need to phase through the wall and head down to avoid this conversation, Alisa continued until she stood right before the young woman.<br/><br/>"Okay. Obviously, you knew I was gone. Who else? And...what do you want?"<br/><br/>Julie smiled and held up her hands, "I don't know who else, I noticed you were gone because, you know, Xaviers. Because you are an X-Person. As to what I want... I want to do this, I want to help, I want to try to figure out what is going on and to try to remove this poison from the streets. But I want someone along that I can trust, who has my back and has my best interests at heart. Another mutant. Someone else trained by Scott and Logan and Henry and Jean and Charles. Someone who I can count on. And yet..." Julie smiled hugely, "I also will not ask you to, or cajole you in any way. I would like to ask why you left."<br/><br/>The small woman with the big hair tilted her head, dark chocolate eyes glancing toward the toes of her shoes. "I needed a chance to think. Like why spring it on us now? Why wait until shit was so dire that they are forcing this without a proper meet and greet? Most of us have disappeared, yeah I know. But obviously, they knew how to find us LONG before now. It just seems cagy." She paused. Shook her head, curls flying. "I did not leave because I have no interest in helping. I left because it just doesn't seem right."<br/><br/>She shifted, allowing a sound, pitching her voice so that it held just the merest trace of a purr. "I miss the Institute. Jean's school was never my home. The Institute, Professor's school...that was home but I don't think that group upstairs is gonna work out so well. Hell two of them hate each other, you know??"<br/><br/>"I know, The Vision seems wonky, there is something off there? I didn't know him well before, but yeah, I don't think he was so cavalier in the past? As for people not liking each other, well Logan and Scott were never best of friends, but yes, it helps to have at least professional respect for each other's competency. The mage who smells of sulphur... He is going to be a problem. Just one of many reasons I would like to have an ally or two on this job." Julie smiled a little thinly, "I want to help, I want to help make the world a better place, to be the change, all that stupid and cliche crap. Hell I have been trying to stop the Morlocks killing each other the past couple of years despite all that the tunnels did to ME in my late teens, clearly I have all the screws loose and few tightened. But I do want to help." Julie shook her head a little at herself, "You could well be the most sensible one here wandering off honestly. If I were trying to con you into joining us I would be doing a terrible job right now eh?" The English girl sucked on her lips for a moment, "It's been too long since I had someone to talk to honestly, since I could trust those around me, since I could just relax for a few moments and not be on the look out for a knife in the ribs. Morlocks be crazy. The thought of having a team again, of working with others I can trust and count on, is really, really good. But yeah, there are cracks in this group before we start and I have serious reservations. Now, I am going to do it anyway, because clearly I am a masochist, which is odd because I always seemed more of a top in my head." A small smile, "So. I am going back up there and I am going to try to make the best of this craziness and ask The Vision what the fuck is up with his code. You don't have to come with, but if you do I will give you the biggest fucking hug ever."<br/><br/>Alisa listened as the slender female spoke, that velvety alto purring along in contemplation. Of course, every word was more than truthful. Even the intonation announced as much!!  Cipher scratched at the back of her head, and nodded. "I think Hellstorm will be alright. Well, if he and Firestorm don't burn the place down."<br/><br/>More words spilled from a mobile mouth as Julie continued, not saying anything that wasn't almost completely agreeable. Her reasons for sticking it out were a jumbled mess but in the end, it boiled down to: "I want to make a difference." as well as "I need to have a team." While the darker-skinned young woman understood, and agreed, with the first...she found herself on shaky ground with the second. A team could die. Frankly, she was unsure if she could handle that...again.<br/><br/>Finally, with a headshake at her own ridiculousness, Alisa spoke again. "Fuck it. I'm coming..."<br/><br/>Julie's brain flagged the statement of 'Fuck it. I'm coming...' and she smiled hugely, then paused, "See, if I said that, it would come out filthy." then she returned to being jubilant, she stepped in and hugged Alisa close and tight, the hug went on for almost a moment too long then the English woman stepped back, "Thank you. I wasnt' kidding about the hug." A glance up, "Ah, did you want to head back up the quick way or the slow way?"