<strong>Myriad (LA)</strong><br/><br/>As she was setting everything in order Myriad could hear the television show going on at the time near her, the image of the balding old man clear as he spoke to the microphone in his dark suit, surrounded by several big men and women in similar, though cheaper looking suits and sunglasses.<br/><br/>"It has been three days now since the disappearance of Mercy's Angel, as she was dubbed by the locals, as the woman with a healer's touch refused to see more patients waiting to feel her healing touch, and the people are raising a question, where has our Angel gone? We face a new era, a new changed world, where old ideas are about to be outdated, and new whole must emerge. We witness the coming of the titans of old, and wonder if this will be a golden age for mankind, or something else entirely. Brothers and Sisters, we here at the<em>Church of Jesus Christ, Paragon</em>are confident that these people can change the world for the better, if we dont taint them with the evil that lingers in the hearts of men and women. Those blessed with power should guide, but we should not show them hatred unless we wish to see hatred in their eyes in turn!"<br/><br/>A renegade archbishop had shocked Christian community by the foundation of this new sect of faith, while Vatican was still hesitant which direction to take, but these broadcasts were getting a bit repetitive. He was speaking in favor of Metahumans at least.<br/><br/>Distracting from that soon came the sweet scent of a ready meal, when there was a sudden bit of noise from outside. Garbage trucks collecting things, being a bit noisy for a change. The sky seemed to be darkening, and there was a distant sound of thunder rumbling. Funny how it had been all sunny 15 minutes ago.<br/><br/>What's more the same thing was happening in San Francisco too. Distant, rumbling thunder that seemed to be growing out louder.<br/><br/><strong>Paradox (NYC)</strong><br/><br/>"Huh? Ahh, you are awake." A cheerful voice spoke up near the bed, a young man dressed in blue leaning over to adjust a nearby drip, a name badge reading 'Carter' on it, the african-american guy had a smile across his face as he worked casually. "Now, waking up to a brand new day, how are you there ? We found you in a curious state, so do you think you got a bit of strength? We got some people who would like to ask you a few questions but if you are still weak this can wait a while." Carter looked over Paradox seriously, yet curiously, remaining a little distance away. The thick armored glass let the sunshine in but the hospital seemed different from usual ones, even from old eras.<br/><br/>As did the pair of soldiers showing through the doorway in the hall, as a woman walked in carrying a checklist and pausing surprised on seeing him awake. "Ahhh, our mysteryman has come out of his coma." The cold silver in this woman's eyes shifted, narrowed as she watched Paradox. "Excellent."<br/><br/><strong>Ada (?)</strong><br/><br/>The dark alleys offered shelter to the down-on-their luck and criminal types, but there were some lamps and old cameras here and there, most of them broken, but enough that the place didn't get too hell-claimed. Still, the people from the night club were not too eager to follow her into them, giving her a chance to move away from there, and the drunk. In the distance, she could hear the sirens of police cars approaching, but she had gotten a fair distance away, crossing through the alleys.<br/><br/>As she began her walk home, she could see the posters and writing on the walls. Mostly advertisements and some crude images, but also some serious marks. "Freaks go back where you came from!" and "Meta-Hate, burning state!" and stranger comments, along with some more positive ones. "I want powers!" was among the most common ones. There were those that were not awakened but seemed to desperately want to be.<br/><br/>As she moved ahead, there was a bit of noise ahead, as a taxi pulled over at the roadside and a tired looking man stepped out to light a smoke. Looking around, he paused to look at her directly. "You the one that called?" He asked in bored monotone.