The Muller Effect discussion

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Greyson sat alone in the room, his hands cuffed to the steal chair. Her glared at the one side window, knowing The Hero was glaring right back. He said something, but it wasn’t loud enough for the microphones to pick up.

The first time she had asked questions he hadn’t answered, and he wasn’t planning on answering this time either. “I’m not gonna answer your questions just cause you let me sit alone for five minutes.” He said.

“Why should I!? Why would I tell you where our base is? I wasn’t doing anything in that backstreet and the bank explosion wasn’t my fault!” He said, going to stand up but he couldn’t.

“I didn’t want to! He made me!” He said, this time lean back down. “You hero friend boosted my already barely controllable powers!”

“I don’t know what he did, but when I have those gauntlets on I can somewhat control my powers.” He said. “But then he.. did something… and my blast blew up my fucking arm. That’s not normal.”

“Not if I don’t have to.” He said. “But I guess you won’t just let me go either, huh?” Greyson frowned right back.

“So then how long are we gonna sit here.” He asked, glancing around the room.

“Cause then I don’t get to go home and cause then everyone that’s kept me safe is then in danger.” He said. “They haven’t done anything inherently wrong. Maybe minor vigilantism, but that was mostly me.” Greyson said.

“You Heroes are just as much villains as we are.” He said. “You just celebrities though, so every time you screw up it gets blamed on someone else.. like at the bank.” He glared at her.

“He shouldn’t have boosted a random persons powers!” Greyson shouted, he was getting really pissed. “And both just want me because of my power! The SPM wants me so I can beat all of you, and you want me so you can beat the SPM. I don’t give a shit about either of you, in want you both gone.”

“I’m not gonna tell you.” He said. “I be dumb enough to go out and do shit on my own, but I’m not dumb enough to put my whole team in danger.” Greyson was realizing how dumb he sounded, just going out and risking getting caught was putting the Protectors in danger.

He thought for a moment. “I can’t tell you.” He said. “I don’t remember.”

He shrugged. “You wanted an answer.” He said, smiling slightly. “There it is. I. Don’t. Remember.” He said.

Greyson leaned back, smiling. “I did, I told you I don’t remember.” He said. “What’s so difficult about that?”

“In just don’t.” He said, he was lying, although he was alright at hiding it. “I just can’t seem to remember.”

“Do you realize how much time I spend just wandering around New York?” He asked. “I haven’t been to the base in weeks.” He said, this was a partial lie.

He looked around the room. “Is there anyone back there?” He asked, looking past her to the window, his reflection looking back at him.

“Who? Another hero?” He asked, pushing his chair away from the table. Greyson was trying to plan something, but the situation was difficult.

She’s distracted.. He thought. He had gotten her off topic. “Yeah, cause what if you’re lying.” He asked. “I don’t really think there’s anyone back there.”

“Who is it then?” He asked. He attempted to melt the chair or the cuffs, but he remembered he couldn’t use his powers because of the cuffs.

Greyson stayed silent and looked at the table, he was coming up with an idea. “Just some boring hero, huh.”

Just as she said it, he kicked the table forward and into her stomach and pressed her against the glass. He held his foot there so she couldn’t move. “No, no I think I’ll actually be going now.” He said as he managed to break the chains on the cuffs. They suppressed the energy powers, but not his super strength.

( if you want to be yerim, i don't mind lol )

You can join as her if you want, but just remember that Lyra and Yerim would know each other))

( Yeah, I figured as much? Since they're both on the main team. )

“Good.” He said. The table would’ve knocked out her breath so that I’d be hard to run. But he was also stuck, if he moved she would too, and probably catch him in no time.

((Yeah, you can’t post if you want))

Yerim had been on her way to do patrols when they pulled her in for the questioning. Someone to stand with them, watch the interrogation. The first question that had come to mind was what interrogation, but before she could even ask, she was pulled into the watch room. She had no more questions to ask as she watched Lyra question Greyson.

Only, for some reason, for things to go south. Yerim tried not to think too much about how seemingly nonchalant Lyra was about, well, Greyson's counter-questions about her relationship with the heroes. Sure, this was work, but they were a team. They didn't have to be friends, but she could have at least looked like she cared. But as the boy lunged forward, so did Yerim.

Out the door of one room, and into the door of another with well-placed strides to get her three in the room faster.

"Put the table down!"

Greyson turned to look at her. Lyra hadn’t been lying. He raised an arm to Yerim and frowned, he kept his leg forward on the table though. “And who the hell are you?” He asked, realizing that she was one of the Main Four Heroes. “You’ve got to me fucking kidding..” He mumbled.

Yerim's brows rose, arms crossing over her chest. Whatever; it didn't matter if he didn't know her. Her attention shifted to Lyra. "I'm just in time," she stated coolly, flipping her hair. Then her gaze went back to the boy. "You sure you know how to aim?"

Greyson had been pushed against wall this time, his arm was still pointed to Yerim and now his other was pointed Lyra. “I don’t need to.” He said, responding to Yerim.

Yerim grinned, perfectly straight teeth on display. Didn't have to? Where Yerim was considered, you had to be able to aim. The blast radius of those little beams could be easy to estimate, based on past recordings. And for someone with numerical precision, placement was everything. Feet planted, she advanced on the boy.

"Pretty sure you don't want to make this worse for yourself." A quick glance around, and the very exact weight of the quarters in her pocket. Plenty of surfaces for them to bounce off of. "You were talking so nicely before; what happened to that?"

He grunted as Lyra pushed on the table. His both of his hands started to glow orange and the bandages up to his wrists started to singe. If he wasn’t care, all three of them would die in a similar accident to the bank. “Stop, back the fuck up.” He said to Yerim, glancing at Lyra.

"We're not asking you to join us." And quite frankly: Yerim wanted nothing to do with him. Would have been better off away from her friends, thank you very much. "Just that you, I dunno, like take accountability for your actions." She gestured to his hands. "Like threatening us, and then acting like the victim when you get confronted."

“You like you do?” He said. “You mean like Cedric, or what the hell his name is did?” He slammed his hands down on the table and pushed away so that he could back into the corner, then raised his arms again.

"He tried helping you, and look where that got him." Yerim's jaw clenched at the thought of Cedric laid out on the cot. "You're walking around just fine, aren't you? Those burns; they'll take about two weeks to heal; six months at least for the skin coloration to return to normal. Not bad at all, really." The usually vapid hero shrugged, unphased. Seemingly. Holding it together was hard, given the situation.

"And I didn't say anything about helping you." She took a quarter from her pocket, twirled it between her fingers. "Just that you learn a thing or two. Like controlling your powers. I remember doing the whole vigilante bit; at least I knew what I was doing with my powers when I started."

“First of all, there isn’t shit wrong with my powers.” He said. “And I had to come save his ass from two villains, it’s not my fault he got sliced up.” Greyson backed into the wall and took a deep breath. Shit shit shit shit shit.. He thought. He no longer had any control of the situation and the arguing was making him annoyed. He felt the wall with his hands, which were still glowing slightly, he could turn his power off. Fuck.. no no no no no… Greyson never actually wanted to blow up anything, he was just threatening. But without his gauntlets, he had no control.

"You're, like, a terrible liar." Yerim glanced in Lyra's direction, brows furrowed. She couldn't quite communicate it — y'know, sometimes she wished for things other than a perfect memory and being as good a tactician as she was — but she had a plan. Or, well, the start of one. The other hero would most certainly be fast enough to pin the boy and there might be some measure of absorption of the blast to follow. Or maybe a redirection. That wall lead straight outside; no hallways full of people he might blast into. They could catch him even before he made it out, distracted by his own powers.

"And I remember everything." A quick tap to her temple with a bright smile before she was stepping up beside Lyra. "You've got problems with your powers, and those 'protectors'...are they actually training you, or just trying to hide you away?"

Greyson glared at them, his breathing becoming rapid. He felt the cinder block wall getting warm and the bandages were starting to turn into ash. He could feel the blast coming, his arms were burning hot and it hurt. He winced and grunted as he fell against the wall that, soon, would be there anymore. He tried taking deep breaths but he couldn’t, he knew what would happen. The wall would blow, his arms would be burnt and he would pass out. The Heroes would have him and Protectors would most likely be found.

The wall blew up, the brick spraying back into the gardens. Greyson was flung forward into the iodide side of the room and he had passed out, although it was hard to tel if it was from the blast or because he hit his head on the brick.

Yerim sighed, long and deep. A sound not far off from a growl. All of that — for him to knock himself out. Considered himself a vigilante, and that'd been helping Cedric when he couldn't even control the power he had. They really shouldn't have been letting him run loose in the streets like they have. This time, she inhaled, shutting her eyes as she stood in the doorway, now out of harm's way. The tips of her boots perfectly placed as she surveyed first the damage, then considered the boy in Lyra's arms.

Of course, the best course of action would be to contain him. But he had injuries and it wouldn't really help them if they weren't treated. One more sigh as she shut her eyes. "Put him in the infirmary — away from Cedric. Make sure they get restraints on him once he's treated. I still have patrols." She started walking backwards, through a rush of people coming to the scene. "Call me if he or Cedric wake up!"

( fin for Yerim )

((Korra, you wanna post in the infirmary?))