Society of Justice 3: Crisis on the Earth

[NeoAC]

Brian was hanging back as the team made their way through Mordtoten's lab, being back in this place made him feel a bit uneasy. Last time he was here he ended up switching sides in the gender war, and he wasn't a fan of having anything like that happening again. The party looked like it might have been fun, lots of booze around, but now the "Good Doctor" had developed a way to travel through dimensions? This sounded ridiculous. Tyson was making a lot of sense with his reservations. But then he opened up that wormhole and boom a world covered in ice. So now it was real, but it still raised further implications, dangerous implications.

"Uh, just for my two cents," Brian offered, "I'm, uh, gonna have to agree with uh, Sound Check, there. This is sounding pretty dangerous there now. I'm not sure I want to be around when this sort of thing goes down there."

 

[socialtangent]

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think you might actually be on to something," Levi reluctantly admitted as he observed the feed of what was allegedly an alternate Earth. "If that really is another Earth in another dimension, then this'll turn theoretical physics completely on its head...which is why I'm concerned that it's in your hands, Mordtoten". He turned to face Richard. "What should we do about this? It's not like we can haul the device away. In fact, I don't even want to touch the thing at all if I can help it".

 

[CounterAttack]

"As I said, we should separate Mordtoten from his creation," Katie chipped in, again replying to Levi. "Maybe bring him back to the Promenade until the techies among us can figure out how to move that thing without blowing it up. Once we have it secured and under our control, we keep it under close supervision for future studies." She threw that last bit in because she figured Richard would want to examine Mordtoten's creation in closer detail.

"Sorry, Doc, but it's in the best interests of everyone here... you might think otherwise, but I believe you're too unpredictable to be trusted with it. No offence meant, of course," she added as an afterthought, not wanting the scientist to flip out and grab one of the death rays he had mentioned.

Clearly the device was going to cause problems if left with Mordtoten. Katie had no intention of leaving it in his care now that the Society was on the scene. She waited, however, for Richard or Garrus to give the okay before she led the scientist out of the building. If he resisted, she wouldn't put up with it: if she had to, she would drag him kicking and screaming.

 

[tsatoma]

"Of course I tested it all! And the paper is currently being written, just getting some more information via the cameras first," Mordtoten explained to Richard, smiling when Levi admitted the importance of such an invention. He looked quite dumbfounded when everyone started talking to each other using their alias however, waiting for a break in the conversation before stating, "Look if you all have questions I can easily answer them...if you give me them one at a time. Like now you guys are just talking and talking and I wouldn't even know where to begin."

"Okay how about you answer my question first. Is there any possible way this thing can accidentally go off?" Garrus asked, bracing himself for the answer.

"Yes, however it is extremely unlikely that that would happen. Besides I have this shirt on here that will keep me safe from it going off, and isn't that what counts?" Mordtoten replied, watching Garrus face palm. He then caught on that the Society was going to separate him from his invention, and he quickly let out a yell as he dove out of the chair to hug his invention. "No you can't take it away! This is like my second child here, and I refuse to give it up!" he yelled out, holding onto the machine and trying to reach for one of his death rays.

"Dammit stop that!" Garrus shot back, kicking the death ray further away, "Look it's not going to be a permanent thing Professor; it's only temporary. The two of you will be reunited shortly, but we just can't have you accidentally setting this off."

"I can't 'accidentally' set it off though! Only purposefully and that would take over an hour just to calibrate it correctly and safely! Duh and or hello!" the man responded, not loosening his grip on the machine.

"You said that there was a way to accidentally set it off though..."
"Yeah, but it would have to be caused by a sudden warping of the immediate area. So, you see it can happen, but it would be somewhat difficult for it to happen," Mordtoten explained, starting to get fed up that they couldn't understand.
"But it's possible right? So what could cause this warping?" Garrus asked calmly, not wanting the Professor to pull a death ray out of nowhere and start firing.

"Hmm well there are a few ways I suppose. If one of these mechanical arms were to break or something that could cause it, however I used the toughest and most durable materials in the world [small](including some not from this world)[/small] so that should never happen. Another way could be through teleportation, but I also have that covered too. This room is impossible to teleport into. Ah the wonders of science."

"That's good to hear. Wait, would this also cover teleportation via magic?" Garrus asked quickly.
"Pfft no. Sadly I couldn't figure out how to stop that from happening. Stupid magic. They always cheat against us scientists! It's always 'oh we can just snap our fingers and voila everything works' or 'we've been making breakthroughs waaayy before you scientists ever did', or-" Garrus had stopped listening to the Professor by the time he got to his third complaint about magic users, slowly taking a look at his watch. Ethan and him shared a glance, both of them then trying to get into contact with their brother.

"Come on please do not forget to turn your phone back on!" Garrus muttered anxiously, hitting redial repeatedly on his phone. After a minute he heard the start of his brother's joyful greeting; a bright light emitting from the machine he was next to as it activated.

----

"Woah what was all that light and weird looking wave things for? And where did everyone go?" Leland asked Mordtoten, watching as the man slowly backed away from the machine now that it was going back to it's normal state.
"Damn, now they really will separate us when they get back...if they do that is," he muttered, going to take a seat in his chair before realizing it had been sucked in too.
"What? You have some explaining to do Professor. What the hell is going on!?"

"It's complicated. I'll explain it to you in a second, just have to start running some figures. Crap this isn't exactly good... Also, that one guy on the team...the one with the vest and such, what's his name?"
"Uhh...I believe you're talking about Levi," Leland replied, starting to go in a state of shock at what was happening.
"Tch, that's a stupid name. A smart guy like him should have an equally great name, like me! Should have been named Gunther, or perhaps Bartholomew! Those are some good names," Mordtoten stated, typing away at his computer as he prepped another set of cameras.

 

[CounterAttack]

Flashes of light blinded the Society members momentarily, along with the slightly nauseating sense of displacement some would recognise as being similar to that experienced when teleporting. When the light cleared and sight was regained, they found themselves standing in what seemed to be a corridor. Ahead of them, they could see a gladiatorial arena built from wood and iron. Dragon motifs were everywhere, from banners to support structures.

Two women were fighting, one with a longsword, the other with her bare hands. Crowds cheered on both combatants, some of them chanting a phrase repeatedly in what sounded like a variant of Mandarin Chinese. A few looked around to investigate what had manifested near the great iron gates at the end of the corridor, but quickly turned back to the fight at hand. To the Society, the battle looked like it was meant to be entertainment to the crowds.

The unarmed fighter dropped to the floor, defeated... and purple light filled the arena as her body vanished and six more replaced it in a split-second. Some members of the crowd let out fresh cheers. Moving in unison, the six converged on the one. As the battle was rejoined, lights began to flash around the Society and they felt the tug of teleportation a second time.

 

[Captainguy42]

A blinding light dimmed and suddenly the Society of Justice standing on a stage of marble.

A man was in the middle of announcing, "As predicted! They arrive!"

The stage stood on top of a small tower, which was covered with a glass globe, and all around it, their stood another arena. A stadium of epic proportions, built this time with the single purpose of of viewing the stage. Rows upon rows of seats towered above them, sitting under two suns, a yellow and a red one. The entire complex seemed to have been built over a civilizations history.

"The God's of All Creation!" The man continued, here voice was amplified by the speakers spread throughout the stadium.

The area's closest to the stage seemed to be made of the same marble and in the same style; as colosseum went out the material and styles changed to reflect the period of the builders. Each generation seemed to have added an extension until it reached it's present hight. Lens reflections lit up the audience, as the spectators tried to get a closer look with telescopes. On a platform made of metal floating just outside of the globe stood the man announcing. He seemed to be a male human, he wore grey and had make-up that made her face gray as well. Everywhere they could see, the crowd was cheering, chanting, praying, or singing. The noise was so powerful the tower and stage were shaking violently. As the crowd hit their loudest, and the vibrations of the tower threatened to through them off their feet, the SoJ began to feel the tug of another teleportation.

 

[blaze96]

The next jump brought the Society members into what appeared to a war torn San Fransisco. They were on a relatively small building and could see that much of the city was damaged if not flattened. Below them they could see the lines of two opposing armies battling for control. If they looked to the east or west they would see that the battle extended in both direction, with navies fighting out in the bay and explosions in the distance to the West. From their vantage point they could see the flags being flown by the opposing forces.

To the north was a flag whose design was a diagonal split starting in the upper left corner cutting the flag in half, to the left of this line was green and to the right it was white. In the center was a circle encircling a black pine tree. To the south was a flag with a grizzly in the center with a white background. In the upper right hand corner was an orange star. The white center was cut into a band by an orange right triangle in the upper left and a green right triangle in the lower right.

Spoiler: flags

First flag:

Second flag:

Their arrival caused a small stirring below them as it wasn't unnoticeable. Nobody had directly seen them teleport in but both sides could see their outline from the rooftop. Civilians had long ago fled the area, so both sides immediately shouted sniper and leveled their weapons.

Just before the first rounds were fired they were pulled out again.

 

[Pm0n3y]

Within the next flash, The Society found themselves within a heavily populated city, almost losing one another within the thick crowd of constantly moving citizens. However, one ordinary pedestrian paused in horror as he got a good look at the group of confused superheroes. The man began to point and yell at the group, causing some of the more curious passerby to stop and look at what began to unfold.

"!tneper tsum eW !sluos ruo rof denruter evah seno ylepahs-nu ehT !eurt era seicehporp dloterof ehT !stnatuM !dgaE" The person yelled frantically, tears beginning to run down his face. His words sounded as disproportional and distorted as his face, as well as the rest of his body. In fact, now that more people had stopped moving and started paying attention to the group, their bodies and reactions were better seen. These beings had bodies that would look unsettling to those from the other dimension, their arms, legs, and torsos, resembling blocky geometrical shapes. As the crowd began to murmur, it seemed as if their speech sounded unintelligible to the normal ear...backward almost.

Eventually, the low murmur became a loud murmur before elevating into a loud panic, the citizens beginning to run away from our heroes. Some of the more defiant ones began to brandish weapons, in hope to subdue the heroes, to defy their 'prophecy'. They began to spout words of hate (backwards, mind you) towards the team, most likely out of fear and raw ignorance. However, before any of the natives could lay a hand on a Society member, a bright light enveloped the area. As quick as they entered the area, the Society had vanished.

 

[elementsoul]

Another flash of light was had; a wave of indisposition followed. The society was now standing in the middle of a destroyed street. The buildings around them had walls blown apart if they weren't crumbled to the ground already. Sounds of gun fire and explosions fill the air, as the sounds of a war zone headed right for them. A cloud of dust becomes present three blocks in front of them before slowly clearing.

A brown haired, Eastern European woman running along the second story wall of the far side of the street that the dust had just cleared from came into view. She was wearing black armor similar to that of Tyson's. She turned the corner of the building and raised a gun before firing a few bursts from it down the street she just came from. A purple-ish beam of energy pierced through the wall over her head before she moved down a few feet.

A large number of men appeared to be retreating from the direction. On closer inspection it could be seen that they all appeared to be one of two different but similar looking Asian men wearing a set of black armor similar to Tyson's and the woman's.. A wave of plasma peppered the area streaking through the men, obscuring the projections of them. "You alright Cliff Hanger?" Was asked by what appeared to be the remaining projections. "I'm fine. Las and Vegas, are you both good?" Came the response from the woman designated Cliff Hanger. "We're good."

Suddenly what looked like Richard's armor flew across the intersection, strafing the people below it with plasma. The bright, white matter stopped in midair and converged on a single point in the sky as a man with buzzed black hair, a heavily scarred face, and scorched black armor walked into sight with his hands raised. Closing his fists and dropping his arms down caused the converged plasma to plummet to the ground; melting the asphalt before sinking into the Earth. "Tyson ground that son of a *****!" Was ordered by the man.

"On it." Was the reply from a man out of view with a voice identical to that of Tyson's. Not a second later a man directly identical to Tyson appeared before jumping into the air. Plates on the back of his armor shifted back as he transformed into a hideous half bat creature, taking flight into the sky while screaming out sound waves that were distorting the air. What looked like Jason's armor flew through the intersection followed by a torrent of what looked like bone projectiles. Before anything else further could be seen the team disappeared in a flash of white light.

 

[NeoAC]

The flashes were catching Brian off guard, it seemed like only a few seconds would pass before they were getting whisked off to another one. This was all moving so fast it was just a mess. He was starting to lose track of what was real in here. Soon enough the flash went and they were in another dimension. Only this one seemed a bit easier to swallow.

The world held dark grey clouds as far as the eyes could see, and snowflakes sprinkled down from the heavens in a soft uneven pattern. The landscape was relatively flat, a few bumps could be seen in the distance, resembling mountains, but the terrain in front of the Society was smooth, covered with a dusting of snow. In front of them, the reflecting shimmer of an ice field met their eyes, on it, were dozens of people, young and old, going back and forth. Some skating, some playing hockey. A look to the West would reveal that the ice led right into a nearby city, people visibly skating in and out of it. It appeared to be a world trapped in Winter Wonderland mode, and Brian couldn't be happier.

"Oh fuckin' eh! Now this I like for sure!" Brian exclaimed. As he went to take a step forward, the edges of the world started to disappear in that similar white light. "Ah no!" Brian cried as the light enveloped his vision and the Society were on the move again.

 

[tsatoma]

The continual transitioning of the Society through different universes seemed to come to an end when they were transported into the middle of an empty street. The remnants of the white light that had accompanied them on their journey slowly faded away, letting the bleak city appear before the Society.

Ethan recovered the quickest out of everyone, standing up with a slight wobble as he readjusted himself. He looked around the area for anything that could identify where they were; watching as the few people around ran off yelling about notifying the police. With confusion he looked back at the still recovering Society; his visor displaying question after question about what just happened.

After taking a few more seconds to readjust himself from the travel over, Garrus managed to stand up before leaning over in a sudden bout of dry heaving. "This is just not going to be a good day is it?" he muttered, his throat dry from trying to keep his breakfast down. He stood up straight and scanned the place they had landed at. Grey and brown were the first things he thought of. The murky and dank palette of this city made him think of some sort of dystopian society, and the repeated design of all the buildings did not help with that idea. 'And when it couldn't get anymore depressing the rain begins,' he thought solemnly, turning his attention towards the lightly fall drizzle.

'Now is not the time to dwell on such things though.' Garrus faced the rest of the Society, knowing they'd want some sort of guidance in this chaotic time. "Everyone listen up. I know we're still dealing with what just happened, but we need to figure out exactly where we are. If we really are in another dimension, and I believe we are, than we need to contact the government and explain what is going on. Or at least find someone who can help us get back, which I'm sure is a possibility. So let's all just take a few deep breaths and try to relax," Garrus told the other members, not quite wanting the topic to go to the odd and confusing things that they had witnessed on their transition over.

 

[blaze96]

"I don't think coming into contact with the government or locals is a good idea yet. We should probably lay low until we figure out the state and timeline of this reality. For all we know interacting with this reality could end up being extremely detrimental." Richard said. His main concern was the fact they didn't know where, or even when, they were. Until this could be figured out, going to talk to what was assumed to be a cop and trusting them could be a very bad idea.

 

[CounterAttack]

As soon as the last of the light faded, Rowan immediately staggered a couple of steps away from the others. Having never experienced teleportation before, much less being transferred through multiple alternate dimensions, he felt like he had been thrown around in a centrifuge while having his insides scrambled. As such, he was in less control of his body than Garrus was of his own. The shapeshifter dropped to his hands and knees and threw up into a nearby drain, hacking and coughing a few times before he began trying to control himself a bit better.

"What... what the hell just happened?" he rasped, cringing at the pain in his throat from the vomiting. The easy way to cure that was to change form, but he wasn't sure if that would have an effect on how he felt.

[hr]

Katie, too, experienced a considerable amount of nausea, but it was by no means as bad as Rowan's ailment. Having a magician for a boyfriend had its benefits, but even though she was somewhat used to teleporting alongside Leland, she felt considerably sick and had to sit down to recuperate. She retracted the plant armour covering her head, and loosened the material covering her chest, in the belief that it would help her to breathe a little easier. It seemed to work.

For now, she waited both to get herself back in shape, and for the others to make sure they were alright.

 

[socialtangent]

A middle-aged man stepped briskly through a hallway, his pace and expression urgent. At the other end stood two armed sentries, who cautiously watched the his approach with their assault rifles at the ready. As the man drew near, he produced a badge from the inside of his uniform showed it to them. The guard to his right examined the badge briefly and nodded, stepping aside to enter a code into the keypad fixed to the door. With an affirmative tone, the door opened. Both guards saluted the man before allowing him to step past them and through the door.

The room he stepped into was spartan in its furnishings, with grey metallic walls and a cold, hard stone floor. A single light hanging from the ceiling failed to illuminate the entire room, leaving the corners in perpetual darkness. In the center of the room, a figure sat cross-legged and back facing the door, surrounded by bits and pieces of metal that orbited gracefully in a perfect circle. As if agitated by an unseen force, the various nuts, bolts, screws and plates suddenly sprung to life, accreting into the form of two handguns before settling down to the floor.

"I assume you felt it, sir?" the man said to the figure as the latter stood up.

"We have noticed it, Colonel Ashman," replied the figure after a brief pause. His voice had an unearthly layered quality, underscored by a deep, sinister tone. "What have you found so far?"

Ashman shook his head slightly. "This anomaly is nothing like we've observed before. Our researchers have been unable to identify it is as of yet. We have, however, managed to ascertain its location. The energy spike appears to have originated somewhere nearby in downtown Patriot City. We have also received initial reports of some kind of disturbance in that area. Details are sketchy at best right now, but-"

A raised hand stopped Ashman in his tracks.

"Notify the local authorities that we will be investigating this matter ourselves. They are not to interfere".

"Yes, sir," was Ashman's crisp reply.

"Ready a transport and notify Ares Squad to prepare for immediate departure".

"Right away, sir".

[hr]

Levi stumbled forward and took hold of a street lamp to steady himself. After taking a moment to catch his breath and settle his stomach, he looked around. They were in some kind of city, but something about this city felt terribly wrong. He couldn't explain why, but the dull and worn look of the buildings and streets gave him a lingering feeling of dread. His unease wasn't helping his still-churning stomach at all, and Levi had to fight the urge to vomit. The feeling subsided and he tried to catch his breath once more.

"I...I agree with Richard. We need to lay low," he said. "Our entrance wasn't necessarily a quiet one".

 

[elementsoul]

When the last transition stopped, Tyson felt like he had fallen out of a tree. Getting up slowly he was barely paying attention to the on going conversation. What just happened. What was with that universe? Everyone was alive there, but my old team and the society was fighting. I wonder why they were. And if that version of me was able to turn into that thing, Vesper, and Shrink was able to generate a gravity field without physical contact. Most importantly Marrow was alive there. Is she alive in this universe too? I wonder if there's a universe where only I died and I could join it. It would be nice if that one universe could gain that happiness and my universe lost my sadness.

Tyson shook the thoughts off for now but it seemed to be something he'd have to look into later. Sighing, he looked around at the worn city and noticed video camera everywhere. "It doesn't matter we do right now if you ask me. Hiding will be futile with all these camera everywhere and our less than quiet entrance has made sure of that. We also stick out like a sore thumb in this place.

I don't think we'll learn much by running away either so maybe waiting for the welcoming committee to show up wouldn't be a terrible idea. It would be easy to see how this place is run based on how they approach us. Based on any military that I've ever seen, killing a person or a group of people who appear out of nowhere doesn't happen unless they are extremely hostile towards you on contact. Rather someone near the top would be interested in who you are and where you came from. They'd want information from you and would order your capture. Things considered basic knowledge in a new area would be easily slipped to use through any questioning or interrogations. Plus taking the odds, I'd bet that whoever they send to talk to us will be civilized and that we'd likely be welcomed after a few questions and an explanation for how we got here." Tyson said lying through his teeth.

Trying to get underground and find out what was going on first would be the best option. They had already made a big entrance and disappearing and gathering intelligence would have been the best process here. Instead he simply knew that the team could handle almost anything sent their way that wouldn't destroy the whole city with them and that whoever is sent will likely lead him to a place where he could check to see if his old team existed in this universe. It was selfish but it didn't really matter to him. Right now the risk was worth its reward in his eyes.

 

[NeoAC]

Brian's body stopped its internal battle as the teleportation process seemed to be over. He hesitated to move, wanting to make sure he wasn't to be jerked around into another world, but the white light wasn't appearing this time. This was it right here.

He looked around the desolate world that surrounded them. It reminded him of all those bog-standard shooters he played through on the XBox back home, it was almost as grainy as the original system. There did not seem to be any color to be found in this world. Jeez,there should probably be a rebel battalion of some sort to come charging out of the alleyways for a one sided battle against a giant robot. Or something. I dunno, I can't make heads or tails of this place.

The rest of the team was discussing what they should be doing, and getting out of the immediate vicinity was the most appealing option in Brian's eyes. Tyson was being very pessimistic about any of their options, and in fact wanted to stay and interact with whatever welcome party was sent to deal with their appearance. "I don't know about that buddy," he said, gripping his scythe tighter as he continued looking around. "If I had to guess there, I'd say whoever lives here isn't going to be the most hospitable type of person. I'm with Richard and Levi. I think we should just be looking to find a hideout in the area so we can just kinda assess what is going on here and what we can do about it. Maybe even trying to contact that loopy Doctor there to see about getting us back to his place."

 

[RBMidknight]

'I could take care of the cameras.' Taryn noted silently. She waited for the road to stop spinning before taking a few steps away from Levi. 'Perhaps not.' she amended. There were a lot of cameras. And if they were each on closed circuits she'd have to access them all individually. Which would take time. Hopefully the equipment was networked to a mainframe somewhere. 'Why so many cameras? Big Brother's watching?' Taryn grinned but it faded when she realized that the group had no idea where they were. Big Brother may just be an option.

With all of the equipment visible Taryn expected to feel a solid, active current. The barely-there indicator of all the electricity, code, and circuits being used. The current at the Promenade was familiar, just one of many indicators that identified the building as her home. But this place was different. Shifting her weight Taryn angled her right hand toward the ground. Her fingers flexed and a controlled flash of energy ran across her palm to disappear into her sleeve. There was something there. A faint current. No, it wasn't just faint it was...muffled? Shrugging off the oddity Taryn extended her senses toward the nearest security camera. Perhaps there was a network she could tap into. 'Please, let there be.'

A high pitched whine, like microphone feedback set on max volume, answered her call. Taryn flinched and put a hand to her head. Though the 'sound' had been purely internal the headache it caused was quite real. 'Ow.' Taryn scowled at the offending piece of equipment. 'What was -that-?' She started to try again when she heard Brian speak. 'Hide now, argue with machines later.' Taryn told herself.

"Whoever 'lives here' likes to see what's going on." she muttered.

 

[tsatoma]

"Okay, well I guess we won't try to make contact then with everyone seemingly against it. Does anyone have a clue where to go then? Find a safe place and figure things out? It seems like this place is pretty...let's just cut to the chase, 1984-ish. I have a feeling we're totally being watched right now; perhaps we should try to make it out of this city or something? Might be safer out of this place. Let's try that; we'll split up and use our communicators to-" Garrus stopped himself short, grabbing the Society communicator and taking a look at it. The little light showing that the communicators were online and within range of the satellite they used was off.

"Scratch that idea, they don't seem to be working. Fuck," he cursed under his breath. With being in such a crazy and unknown situation, the options were limited. They had no bearings on where they were currently, and with the way the city seemed they might not want to learn it. He decided that the best course of action would be to simply move out of the street they were standing in for now. As he waved the group over to him he tried to think of what they should do from there.

Garrus sighed, stopping when an idea popped up in his head. "Hey Taryn, Ethan...can you two, like, see if they have an internet here and connect to it or something?" he asked, noticing that Taryn seemed to be in pain and that Ethan was shaking his head quickly as if he didn't even want to try, "Guess that won't work then. Ethan, can you run around a little bit a find anything that could help us?"

Ethan was quick to nod his head and jog down the street, disappearing after turning the corner. "He'll be back soon. So are we all in agreement to find a place we can lay low for now?" he asked the group, getting a newspaper shoved in his face by Ethan before any answer could be given. "This is just perfect; good work! Huh, the "People's Observer"? Okay...hmm, 'Summit Fails After EU Refuses to Compromise'? 'Enlistment at an All-time High'? What the fuck am I reading? Where did you find this?" Garrus asked his brother frantically, tossing the paper to the others as he followed Ethan around the street corner.

Before him seemed like something out of a movie. Large propaganda posters lined the walls of buildings, dozens of security cameras watched every move that was being made by the people, almost all of whom were like drones as they moved down the streets which seemed to go on forever. One of the posters caught his eye, the orange and black monstrosity showing a strong, faceless man firing some form of energy from his hand; the words 'Enlist Now!' written underneath.

"I...think we should go," Garrus muttered, seeing enough of the looking over at Ethan.

 

[Captainguy42]

"Right," Tommy reached into his vest pocket and grabbed three one inch ceramic spheres. The spheres where in reality magical smoke grenades. He survey the area and spotted an empty alley-way. He dropped two of the spheres to cut them off visually from the crowd.

"Into the alley, we need to get out of sight first." Tommy activated the wind element, as he did so there was a sudden surge in the energy he hadn't expected. It turned what was meant to be a small gust to spread the smoke-screen, turned into a gale which knocked over the crowd. "Was not suppose to do that," Tommy remarked before looking at the gloves, the power appeared to fluctuating wildly. I don't think my gloves are adjusting to the shift very well. There was a sudden flash of pain in his right eye, followed by it suddenly switch to feeling perfectly fine. He walked towards to alley and motioned for others to follow.