Shadow Runner~
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I'm only half listening to the confrontation going on between Jelina and Mirage. I'm too busy staring at my hand, trying to make it become solid again, as it hs turned into smoke. A frusterated hiss escapes my lips, and i give up, turning my attention to Mirage and the fact that i am apparently now hiding behind several of the other supers. I raise myself up on my tiptoes to see over their shoulders. I'm six feet tall but it doesn't seem to help with my view. 
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I'm going to add on to my charries' appearances

Orna: short, wears blue tee and baggy jeans with torn knees. 17. Blue eyes, curly brown hair cut like a boy's. Often wears a lot of makeup, but no lipstick.

Enver: African American, jean shorts, white shirt. Close-cut black hair with one green stripe. When he is talking or listening to plants, rocks, or metal, faint "tattoos" of vines appear on his arms, neck, and ankles.

Larkin: messy gold-brown hair, likes to wear sunglasses. When she's wind-riding she is in a position as if she's surfing. She wears black flats, black bell-bottom jeans, and a black top with a V-neck and silver fringe along the sides, which are split, if you know what I mean.

Could whoever's doing the picturing stuff draw them (separately?)  

Stealth spider~

Hailee slowly pulls off her mask, I breath in sharply, her face looks like some sort of snake! Suddenly a man walks out of the shadows. "You know," he says, " kids your age shouldn't be out this late unsupervised."

I jump into a fighting position and prepair to web him. "Who are you!?" someone beside me says angrily.

He puts his hands up."Hey, hey cool it kid. My name is Mr. Johnson --or mirage.""Why are you here?" somebody else says.

"Let's face it. You're a bunch of moody teens who need to be a coherent team. Those two things don't mix." He says

"What the heck?" I burst out, "Hailee, is he on our side?" "Look I'm here to be your chaperone," he says "Thats it! No more, no less! You can trust me." Someone,  who I assume is sharpshooter starts talking to him and I wonder why, and then it hits me. She's trying  to distract him from hailee!!!!!

*sorry, I like exclamation points!!!*

Can you do stealth spider

~Mellie~

I've never been good at shorthand.  

I'm only just realizing this as I write, frantically trying to copy down every word. Nothing clicks until I look back at the text, reading the names they call each other. Sharpshooter. Metalshade. Leafgazer. Stealth Spider. Mirage.

I've heard these names before because these are the names of them--the supers, the very people that the other 'villains' despise. They're planning something, and I can warn the others. Can't I?

I creep closer to the little group, writing furiously. They have plans. They could destroy us if we aren't careful--could they? No, they couldn't... We're too much for them. We've always been....

Focus, Mel. I scribble more frantically in the book, trying to get every word inside its pages. They're planning something. 

Sorry I haven't been posting. I've been gone.

Mist~

The room was dark and empty. I didn't mind, though. If anything, I prefered to be left alone. I've never worked well when leading others, much less working with people. There's only one reason I'm working with this team. And if it wasn't so important, I'd have just gotten rid of Slayer and been on my way by now ...

Eventually, the mist I was waiting for arrived, billowing in through the window. As it surrounded me, the momories and experiences of my clone become my own. And as I learn what my clone saw, I smiled. "Ah," I said to myself. "I never would have expected you." I rose and walked over to the next door, knocking softly before I entered. The man inside was known by the rest of the villains as 'the Boss,' but I knew him by a different name ...

"Father," I said. "I need to speak with you." "Yes, son?" "I have just recieved some disturbing information. Soime of the supers are planning to raid this warehouse tomorrow, while the rest are occupying you and Slayer at Shadow Runner's ambush." The Boss started to speak, but I continued. "I know you are going to cancel the ambush. I wouldn't. The opportunity is too great. I will protect our ... your research. I just need a couple things." "... What do you need?" "One, a few henchmen. Two, access to your power-cloner machine. Three, I need Shadow Runner to stay here and guard with me." "Alright. Now get some sleep." "Yes, father." I turned and left the Boss's room, smiling again as I leave.

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Hopefully that made enough sense for my first post.

Caelonia~

"Trust me." Mirage repeats.

"No. I am not partial to people who insult me. For your information, I am not just another 'moody teenager.' I am a highly mature teenager who almost killed you with an electrified spike from the ground as soon as you made yourself known." I growl. Sharpshooter laughs.

"Hmph. Well, I'm chaperoning you and there's nothing you can do about it."

"Highly immature of you to press yourself onto us. One might say... moody." I smile under my mask. He glares at me, but I cross my arms, unfazed.

"What makes you think we're moody, anyway?" Sharpshooter questions him. They keep talking, but I don't hear it. Someone has just scooted closer to our group, scribbling madly. Wire tendrils appear around her ankles, ready to constrict at my command. Silently, I walk behind her. She's writing our names! I bend down, right next to her ear. She doesn't notice. The tendrils grow closer to her feet.

"Who are you." I announce. She jumps, dropping her notepad, which she recovers instantly. The girl whirls around to face me, and her body flickers in my likeness. Realization hits, as do the wires to the girl's legs.

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Icy, if this isn't okay with you, just say so. :) 

I'm pretty cool with it! The one thing I don't agree with is her (unconsciously) using her power; I want to keep her identity safe for a biiit longer, until things get intense in the plot.

Please feel free to change any of the following--I haven't really just interacted with anyone in a rp for a good while, so I'm not the greatest at RPing and making sure all the charries act in-character. 

~Mellie~

One of the girls is speaking now. Is that Sharpshooter, or Night Sni--no, maybe Avechventa. Did I write Venta down? Did I? Now I need to check the last page again--but they're still talking, one of the voices particularly close to me. "Who are you." 

Oh wait... that one's talking to me. I whirl, dropping my notepad, then, as if by second thought, plucking it out of the air just before it hit the ground. A myriad of answers fills my head, the first possibly the stupidest. "That's none of your--" I begin. She flicks her wrist, wires snaking out from the ground and constricting around my ankles. I, um... I topple over, then pull myself to a quick sitting position. 

Alright, Mel. That's strike one, then.

I inhale. "My name is Mellie Oake." I say, my voice a bit too calm. Think, girl. Powers aren't common for anyone to see. "My dad works at the police station..." It seems I chose this lie. Alright, easy. "I was heading home, and I, I noticed this, so..." I force a swallow. "Could you please just let me go? I'm pretty sure this qualifies as assault..."