Her team – people I recognized but couldn’t necessarily name – followed behind her in a loose formation.
Ah, alright, I guess it’s not three umvirates, but one of them and her personal five-person team.
Fair enough!
Only one man in a blue and black uniform and cap stayed behind in the middle of the parking lot. He looked around for a few moments, then disappeared with a crack and a whoosh, smaller than the one that had brought the entire group there.
…four-person team. Alexandria, her four-person team (not counting her), and a parahuman taxiporter.
Tattletale and I circled around the parking lot, to avoid getting in the way of any incoming teleporters.
Sounds like taxiporters are fairly common. I wonder what kinds of variations we find between them.
We were nearly to the door when we heard another group arrive behind us, the same way Alexandria had come. Teenagers, this time. I couldn’t place them, but the brighter colors of their costumes led me to suspect they were heroes.
Heroes and villains: Color coded for your convenience!
Hm… Wards from a different city?
The man who’d teleported them in said something I couldn’t make out over the the wailing air raid sirens, and they quickly set to marching in our direction.
Are they coming over specifically to the Undersiders, or just going the same way? It feels like the former.
Leading them out of the parking lot was a shirtless, muscled boy with metal skin, eyes and hair and a strange texture to his shoulders and spine.
Weld, I presume? That would confirm my lowkey suspicion that this other city might be Boston.
Among other things, I noticed the tines of a fork sticking out near his neck, and what might have been the wires of a chain link fence half melted into his opposite shoulder.
Huh. Well, certainly sounds like the result of welding.
But where that strange half-melted-metal texture didn’t cover him, his metal body was exceedingly detailed and refined. His ‘skin’ was a dusky dark gray metal with the slightest of swirls of lighter metals in it, and his ‘adonis’ musculature was perfectly etched out in the metal, with silver lines tracing his muscle definition like veins of metal in raw ore. His eyes, too, were silver, and two lines ran from the corners of them down his cheekbones and to the sides of his jaw.
Like what you see, Taylor?
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