Her eye twitched as the printer clunked back and forth, a really old model that made a lot of noise, considering. It was, however, free and every bit of free cash she could save was good. Not every superhero was a billionaire, and that was especially the case for the young heroine utilizing the abandoned warehouse before herself.
"Come on, come on... I've still got classes to catch." Pulse muttered to herself, practically on heels in anticipation. She had read the article ear to ear several times and everytime her eyes lingered away, she couldn't help but fight the urge to look back. Unlike the many teams she had found herself researching, what the press deemed the Dead Enders continually caught her eye.
Outside of the occasional press release, the Chicago-based team had the most articles written about it's members... many first-hand interviews by a Dakota Stromwell. As she snatched the finished printed article from the printer, she couldn't help but remember these articles were why she wanted to be a reporter. Dakota's interviews struck a chord with her, he seemed to empathize with the metahumans that he interviewed and got to the meat and bones of what they were about.
A slap or two of paste and the article was ready to add to her scrapbook as she slowly lowered it towards a black page within. It had been a simple article about the team's encounter with the fiery menace known as Surt'r... A self-proclaimed Norse Giant who lit most of the city ablaze during his rampage. She couldn't help but shudder for a moment as she closed the book, considering how she would deal with such a monster. She was nowhere near the power levels of these heroes... even though she wanted to be. After making sure it was firmly attached to the page, she motioned to the side as a crumpled backpack raised in the air and flew to her hand.
She smiled as she swiftly gripped it and started to load her materials into the bag. Though she was still a newcomer to these powers, she took great pride in the results from her training. The laptop was swiftly disconnected from the printer and pocketed as well, even as she stood and looked around the room for a moment. Her "warehouse of Solitude" was a mere abandoned storage warehouse on the far reaches of town, but it was good for practice if not anything else. ~Especially for movement.~ She thought to herself before hopping forward and sending a repelling wave of telekinetic energy towards the ground as she flew through the air in front of herself.
She was so caught up in the moment that she barely managed to gasp and duck her head, the edge of the front wall of the building coming dangerously close to reintroducing the young hero to impact and the reality of the situation. Still, her focus continued on her movement as she sent another repelling wave into the ground before she hit the pavement outside. It was times like this that reminded her why she added the protective equipment to her gear. Too many bruises would be too suspicious to her mother... it was hard enough to maintain the docile nature she had expected without the use of meds.
She considered going back to the medication for a moment before 'bouncing' off the ground with another burst of telekinetic energy, one much more powerful then the previous two. It was if she was attempting to reject the idea with as much physical force as mental to the idea. Too much of her life was wasted in such a state... she'd never go back again. If not for this mental distraction... she might have noticed the woman watching her leave, floating eerily in the air as a flock of birds flew by. Or at least attempted to fly by as several fell to the ground as they passed... eerily missing a great deal of their heads as they tumbled after.
The woman smirked to herself, amused by her target's energies. While Pulse did not know it, even when she was at rest... the telekinetics that lay within oozed out into the environment. It was easy for an... experienced telekinetic like the woman who seeked her capture to track. She reached up to tap the side of her mask, smirking to herself. "I have the target in sight... do we want this quick and painless? Please say no, I could use a workout these days." She commented, hands moving to the back of her rear as she stretched her back a bit. "I never work up a sweat back home."
"No. Too many potentials to assume." The voice came from the other end of the link, a sharp but focused tone piercing despite it's light volume. "Confront... make sure she will withstand the pressures of the machine. I do not want this one to burn out like the others. It would be unfortunate to have to get rid of another body. I will distract the obvious pests." The second response came with a dark giggle which chilled the woman to her bone.
"Understood. In pursuit." The woman responded as she followed. She would not disappoint her employer... the girl would be tested, severely. If she perished as a result... so be it. It would just be one more child fed into the inferno that was her master's hunger. It wouldn't have been the first... and it wouldn't be the last.
Edited by SmokedToast, 20 November 2011 - 07:53 PM.