<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Noelle</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fashiontribes.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/curly-hair-style-for-women.jpg)</div></div><br/><strong>Beat (Philadelphia)</strong><br/><br/>"L.A? I heard some metahuman was creating a storm in the area. Made a crazy show of force. Stopped it soon thoguh, disappearing to the deserts near Vegas. My guess, she's changed clothes, hairdo, probably hair-colour as well, and now pretending to be someone else." Noelle smiled as she looked at Muse. "There were also some other news. Including a metahuman, or metawoman actually, called<em>Myriad</em>. Able to be in several places at once, literally, it seems her talents might be well received." She smiled a bit at the thought of that.<br/><br/>"Though it might be a bit frightening there with all that is going on. It seems that metahumans are making it for the big news time after time. So I am hoping to get some good news up too. Too many magazines and channels would love to capitalize on just the bad sides. Sadly, fear and trash sell." She looked at his hand on her knee smiling not saying anything about it, relaxedly leaning a bit to the other hand caressing her head, watching Beat with a small smile across her face.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><strong>Myriad, Ada, Paradox</strong>@accident<br/><br/>Getting into cover while the plant wall held the trouble a bit away, a blast of a grenade hitting it was deafening, shredding green material to pieces, but as the blast faded so did the view's issues, revealing a grim sight. The two police officers were laying on the street further off, the man with the shotgun and in black gear lay dead near the van, the chopper had crashed loudly, despite a good pilot it had hit a wall and broken off tiles while tilting and shattering a few nearby cars with the tumble it took before breaking apart.<br/><br/>The grenadier was no longer standing either, trying to crawl towards a police car while another chopper flew over, and the shout of police rose in the air, informing the man on the ground to hold still.<br/><br/>Police sirens were coming close. It seemed that now, the situation was ending. Valerie having a bit of time to recover and heal up the injuries she had taken, Paradox to see what was left, and Ada to witness the fact her plant wall had kept the crazed gunmen from splattering<em>them</em>along the pavement.<br/><br/>The last grenade must have been too close. It seemed the grenadier's own legs were broken, but as he kept crawling ahead, someone fired from the chopper, the man jerking and laying still. No blood though. Rubber bullets it appeared.