AU super tag [★] NATURAL

[Keona.]

[div style="width: 527px; line-height: 1.4; text-align: justify; font-family: palatino; font-size: 11px;"][align=center]keona sibéal ó faoláin | "sibi" | empath && medium | blind
IF MY ARMOR BREAKS, I'LL FUSE IT BACK TOGETHER

For once the city seemed quiet.  In the sense not a sign of... Criminal activity for the time being.  A brief rest, no doubt.  The 'super' community - as the young hooded figure dubbed it - saw no lack of both heroes and villains.  Vigilantes and small-time criminals too.  No shortage of excitement.  Perched atop a high building, the youth let out a low whistle.  Freckled hands twitched restlessly.  Wild red hair drifted in the wind, fighting against futile bands.  Brows creased gently on the young girl's features, strikingly pale sea-green hues dancing with thought.

With a hum, the girl repeated her whistle, turning high-pitched and into a short, repeating tune.  Four beats.  A flurry of unseen wings answered the medium's call.  Ghostly ravens with sharp eyes, curious.  A second later, they took off again, one word endlessly repeating from their beaks, "tag."  A simple order to catch the attention of anyone in that 'super' community.  Familiar and unfamiliar alike.  Family, friends, acquaintances and strangers.

Keep the night interesting - keep the bad busy and give the good a fun break.

If she could catch somebody.

A wicked grin flashed as her grappling hook came to life.

[AMUNET]

even to ament, the sense of crime is a great reprieve. Not because he is hassled with crime, but his mother very much is. the mute does not need words to express his attitudes so much as actions. The fact that he is out without one of his sister's is sign enough. the teenager grins all sharp teeth, and yes maybe something sinister lurks in the trenches- something dangerous under his skin; but he is all mischief. when the ghost raven caws out he turns his attention towards the ó faoláin the excitement in his pose is very real. From the alleyway he extracts himself from to get closer- taunting the younger child without words and giving his own consent to play.

taps of feet from heavy duty boots as he moves. how she plants to play blind with a mute he has little idea, but he has been in this town all his life, and one thing is for sure: you don't thrive on these streets unless you're something special. you don't survive in this city without a reputation, and the ó faoláin name is something he has heard in passing plenty of times.

ɪ'ᴍ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs / ʏᴏᴜ ᴅʀᴀɪɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴀʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ

[Luciferr]

[color=black]his name is known and feared in both circles - famous villain turned anti hero and his gaggle of troublemakers - everyone knows to be wary of the ancient shadow.

a lot of them might die of shock to see the infamous 'dragon' playing games with the local supers - but he's mostly not tonight, no tonight he's merely stretching his wings as it were, watching from afar and from on high while his son runs amok with the other supers hes taken under his wing, so to speak.

he leans back, eyes closing as the shadows watch for him - the O'faoilin and his son bouncing after each other - while he idles in the cool air.

[Grimm]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 420px; line-height:120%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"]Dance of fingers, tips trailing over the surface of brick left cracked and broken, touching upon mortar between permitted to crumble away. Old this place, touched with the line of those deemed odd by some for appearances prove strange within the eyes of those outside of their little community, yet others given abilities their own, wrapping about thought and body, touching upon appendages before arise did it. Child were they, little thing of slight significance, but number murmured, found upon lips for strange were they – Ghost.

Extension of hand, flicker of pale skin decorated in loose patterning of freckles, before it is gone. So too the pale fabric about their slight frame, the heavy cloak concealing all, dark the rich tones of purple it holds. Seconds, beat of it counted within the song of their heart, before no more are they. Quiet the skittering sound of feet upon the ground, caw above their head reverberating and raising in a tide of sound, calling to all who cared to heed it.

Swift the appearance of Kai once more, curl of smile upon light lips as towards the other youth clouded gaze raises, both blinded though difficult to catch, capable in ways few others were for used to such state were they. Another, the sound of him moving and the breath scraping along points of teeth too sharp, the presence he bares one feral and aggressive – no creature is he but within his veins hums the beat of it, wild this boy with fire in his heart. Once more they are gone, disappearing as the pigment of their skin fades, the clothing adorning them so too gone, rustle of cloak as they spin upon heel and move away some. Better to separate, allow them room to escape if Keona thought them the best target.

[SÉAMUS]

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Shadow clings to Séamus Ó Faolán like a blanket.  Shifting, dancing darkness as the tall man makes his way through the city.  A brief pause in the quiet of the park, dark combat boots clicking against the concrete. Red curls brush against his eyes as he tilts his head, catching sound of a bird in the wind.  'Tag'. A wry smile quirked his lips upward.  He knew of a specific medium prone to familiars of crows and wolves.

He felt uncertain as to who might join in the fun... Séamus was no hero, by any standard.  Not a villian, either, not really though when one could move through shadows, it made some crimes easier.  Closer to vigilante with... Less morals.

In darkness he disappears, then reappears, traversing distance with little trouble.  Above on the high rises, he caught glimpses of the youth.  He bent down to a crouch, smirking.  No point in hiding in the shadows against Keona's keen senses... He'd wait to see if he needed to run in the first place.  Other quarries were about as it were.  A good experiment to see how the young 'supers' were doing.

"word of mouth there's a snake in the garden" —-- Séamus Ó Faolán