<strong>Paradox (NYC)</strong><br/><br/>As Paradox got to work on the financial systems, a voice spoke out to him. "Sir? There's no loitering here." The man in a black and blue uniform was relaxed but his eyes narrowed, his stance ready for trouble. The security guard eyed him warily, but then again he was standing around in front of FBI looking into the distance while his mind was focused on everything. The man was still moving out of the same time frame, his voice slurred and slow as Paradox was going through things.<br/><br/>Arranging money to himself would take hacking if he chose to stole it, or relying on the few bits of stock information he had, but that was very limited from this age and era. Though he did know a few organizations that would be on the rise soon, he did not have a start-up money to work with even if he was looking to invest.<br/><br/>"Sir?" The guard repeated.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><strong>Myriad (LA)</strong><br/><br/>The crowd stared at Myriad in shock at the performance. Even if the theatric bit had been seen before never before by one person, in quite that manner, she gave them an unique show. A show they'd be sure to remember. Rising to their feet some people applauded, some were writing down something swiftly, others were trying to shout questions.<br/><br/>The people could see this might well work, and now they wanted to be able to get as much answers out of Val as possible. Dozens of questions followed, ranging from her plans to the future to what it was like to live through several bodies to questions about whether or not she was seeing someone and about her life otherwise. The number of questions was deafening, but Marie moved in before it could get too overwhelming.<br/><br/>"Thank you everyone, for coming to witness Myriad Incorporation's founding, and having witnessed its star. I hope you will be keeping a close eye on us because our shining star will be available for offers for those who would want her to show in their movies, we are going to be looking forward with working with the larger studios, and contacting them to show her skills. This is also a major step towards the right direction in appreciating metahuman talents for what they are capable of doing, and showing professional respect." Marie smiled, and looked back at Val if she wanted to ask some of the built up question flood.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><strong>Beat (Baltimore)</strong><br/><br/>The movement, the animation of the entire abandoned area seemed to be a source of a lot of noise but none of it really sounded out for the music covered it all beneath, the junk dancing in the air, the cement letting out its noise on the strikes, the metal poles giving out their clang and the echos dancing in the air.<br/><br/>The area might have been abandoned for most part, but something moved in the shadows, watching him as the music played. He could see it even without really looking, the sounds hitting the walls and returning to him there, painting the picture of the fellow. Young woman, watching him.<br/><br/>"Well well, who do we got here?" There was a sudden bit of noise from beyond his auditory sight, somewhere behind him. Four guys wearing biker leather and carrying a piece of chain, a knife, a crowbar and the last one of them actually holding a gun in his hands approaching the man. "You got my brother in a real bad jam earlier, you freak. I didn't like to believe it but nobody fucks up a guy like that normally, you're some twisted son of a bitch, every little bone in his body, broken!" Then again, that pushy guy had tried to hit Beat with a big knife back then, after Beat had shown his talent.<br/><br/>"So now me and my friends are going to do a little number on you. How's that for a 'inspiration' to this urban trash-music you got going on?" The guy grinned, but eyed him warily.<br/><br/>The girl kept staring at Beat from the distance, but Beat's sight caught also something else. Click of noise, reflecting. Camera.