<div class="floatleft">(https://f2.toyhou.se/file/f2-toyhou-se/images/55160425_8wSRqlHJT4Reurt.png)<br/><div align="center">Art by Anna Simpson (https://www.twitter.com/annasimpsonart)</div></div><strong>Name:</strong>Amber Powers (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347850.msg16368611#msg16368611)<br/><strong>Pronouns:</strong>She/Her<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Yellow Brick Road, Emerald City, Washington<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong>March 24, 2014<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Valerie, Mephistophelese, Open<br/><strong>Hero Points:</strong>2/1<br/><hr/>As Amber helped the old man get to safety, she realized the electricity was moving unnaturally again.  Until now, the loose electricity had been approaching equilibrium, electrons settling into orbits around the more stable protons like the dust had settled over pretty much everything else.  All of a sudden they were on the move again, rapidly flowing upwards into the sky. Or, more specifically, into the rapidly-gathering dust cloud in the air above.  Whether the dust was carrying the electricity or vice-versa was difficult to say, but it was unnatural in any case.<br/><br/>Amber turned and watched as the electricity swirled into a massive vortex.  Thunderbolts began to strike out seemingly at random, but Amber could tell there was more to it than simple chaos.  Lack of actual thunder aside, these bolts were all flash and little substance.  She doubted they could do more than stun the average person.  And where lightning normally flowed from the point of highest potential to least, quickly exploring every avenue it could, these bolts moved almost artfully and with intention.  They ignored electrical potential in favor of<em>dramatic</em>potential, each impact a direct statement.  In a sense, it was much like her own lightning strikes, but the innate differences put her on edge.<br/><br/>As the civilians began to shout and scatter, a small smirk began to stretch across Amber's face.  Now things were getting interesting.<br/><br/>Some distance northward, some goth punk rose into the air and became some sort of dust wizard, declaring himself "Lord Elric" or some shit like that.  Main attraction or not, unfortunately, more nearby chaos demanded her attention, in the form of various chunks of debris flying into a storefront to become armor for some crazed woman, topped off with a stop sign polearm.  Screams and lightning somehow managed to draw her attention South as some kind of tentacle demon slithered into view.  Then another figure strode into view, with a brilliant aura so bright it made them hard to see.<br/><br/>These... people?... couldn't have come from that truck.  They were far too spread out and were, if anything,<em>converging</em>on the truck's location.  Even their appearances were hap-hazard, from torn clothes to bad fashion.  If they had escaped from the truck, they would've been prisoners and dressed as such.  They may have been villains, here to rob the truck of its precious cargo. But why the dramatics when they could just grab the goods and go?<br/><br/>That left Amber with a concerning theory.  Civilian clothes meant civilian people.  Either what was released in the crash had mutated them and driven them mad, or possessed their bodies and transformed them to suit.  Well, the glowing guy might be back-up.  Its hard to judge intent when it hurts to look at their face.  Anyone could see a brawl was imminent, but the last thing Amber wanted to do was harm what was effectively a victim of this disaster.<br/><br/>The first thing Amber did was turn off her phone.  Electromagnetic powers and sensitive electronics were a bad mix.  Besides, she was likely going to be too busy to take calls anyway.<br/><br/>She glanced sidelong at Mephi and Val, otherwise facing Lord Acerbic and Lady Roadkill, hand out a little towards the teleporters. "You guys might want to give me some space."<br/><br/>Amber glared more fully at the apparent villains.  Just moments ago, Amber had held back to keep from drawing unnecessary attention.  But between the monsters and the civilians, drawing attention was practically essential.  With a snap, crackle, and pop, Amber's electric aura burst to life.  It wasn't nearly bright enough to rival old flat top back there (Got to be good looking, 'cause he's so hard to see), but she was practically iridescent with electricity.  The flow of the ions and air around her made the looser bits of her clothing billow and flutter, and the charge made her hair practically stand at attention.<br/><br/>"You two rescue the squid's hostages," she said.  "I'll handle things here."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Amber's Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Amber is prepared to draw fire, and will attempt to tank any electrical attack meant for someone else.  If Lord Etheric or Lady Roadkill try to attack anyone else, she will immediately counter attack with lightning.  Anyone attempting to melee her (or anyone close enough) will get tased.  Otherwise, she's not throwing the first punch and wants to see if the villains have anything else to say.  Also wants to make sure there's no misunderstanding who is on whose side.<br/></div></div>