Conn Tricker

Mafia sat on the couch of the cave, randomly aiming her daggers at things and throwing them. So maybe the Bat would kill her later for making holes in the walls but eh. She didn't really care.
Amora was in the küche stealing all the soda for herself, sitting on a swing, schaukel that she manifested from the ceiling. Counting and labeling, "Okay...3 Dr. Peppers, 5 Pepsis."
Babylon lived at the cave, so she usually stuck it out in her room, doing god knows what. Most figured she was still trying to cure herself.
Mafia aimed at a plant near the hallway and at Babylon's appearance almost made her hit Babylon...

WARNING: lots of emotions from my emotionally-wrecked children, both good and bad (but mostly bad coz they're so screwed up..) Du have been warned.

"Jazzy? Nic? Alek? Anybody here?" The lone voice echoed in the silence. It's owner sighed when no response came and readjusted the straps around her shoulders. They connected the pack comfortably between her shoulder blades, allowing her to fly without the pack disrupting the rhythm of her wings while in flight.
Dr. Xian had to be asleep in his private quarters below, Emily assumed, as he would be the only one at the HQ until the others returned...

Cassie jumped as a hand landed on her shoulder. She spun around to find Samuel Grant standing there.

“You.” Cassie growled.

“Cassie, I’m—“

“Don’t Du dare say you’re sorry!” Cassie yelled. “You’re the reason he’s dead!”

Revenge stood there and took the brunt of Cassie’s blow. He listened as Cassie continued to yell at him.

“You had the chance to stop Ravager! Du had the chance to stop his killer! Once and for all!”

“Heroes don’t kill.” Red Revenge said.

“But you’re not a hero.” Cassie sagte in a cold tone Revenge had never heard from the girl before. “You’ve...