Temperance "Midnight" Jackson
Dgr -1 Frk 0 Sav +2 Sup +1 Mnd +1
Could Pain Train be aware of future Tangee plans? More checkpoints would strangle people's ability to move between neighborhoods. People like her, people with something to hide. No time now, but she commits her intention to villain down soon and grill him for information. Even with the chaos of the situation on their side, slipping away from an active pursuit by HUAC agents could be daunting for anyone. Fortunately, the abilities granted to Noctis chosen are particularly designed for this sort of thing. Seeing that Calvin has managed to avoid attention and the others have taken off, Midnight ducks to the right as she catches sight of the riflemen across the ravine.
"Try to do a good thing and this is what you get." She grumbles between gritted teeth, grabbing the bumper of the minivan she's using as cover and pulling herself into the shadow under the vehicle. Falling through space, through a thick and cloying emptiness that chills to her core, she has time to think about things in so much as she can do so while ignoring the feelings of isolation and hopelessness that accompany moving through the space between darkness and dim. Things had always been tense but a riot on her own home street? That is the kind of tension that doesn't just go away. People are going to get hurt soon and they're gonna be people she knows.
"Finally!" She sighs the word as the dark falls away and she drops out of a shadow into the alley behind Gigabites. Letting the shadows around her fade, she reaches first into the front pocket of her overalls and pulls out the phone. Tapping away at the group chat, she starts moving at a steady clip away from the sounds of trouble.
{ Meet @ 44th & Chambers }
It is a few blocks away, a part of the neighborhood that even HUAC agents would think twice about coming to. A real posterchild for Halcyon City income disparity, and the place she usually goes to score weed. She was gonna need some tonight, something to help all the stupid thoughts in her stupid head disappear. Reaching into the less-used, or at least less-publicized, portion of her power, Temperance lets the energy pulse out from herself. A mental broadcast to look away, to focus on something else. A real world ~these are not the droid's you're looking for~ kind of thing. Tucking her hands in her side pockets, she trudges on toward Chambers safe in the knowledge that most people's minds are easy enough to cloud and that this should keep her pretty anonymous.