Power Ponies (RP thread, sign up first)

The Lady grinned at the creature's arrogance and blindness. Then again, she had seen many such beings in her multiple-millenia-long life.

"I do not trust him," she noted silently to Care as Nightwing darted ahead. "In my mind, he is as treacherous as the Doublecross Duo, though perhaps slightly more subtle at it."

She maintained her calm demeanor, as well as her Glamour for the time being, as she imperceptibly allowed the space around them to revert back to normal. Spite helped nothing in the end, and used up concentration and strength that could be saved for some less petty action. If Nightwing proved a traitor, he would be rewarded as a traitor deserved. If not, he would prove himself, and perhaps they would receive a new ally. She had had similar misgivings about mortal kind as a whole once, disproved over time by such individuals as the Power Ponies and the numerous heroes she had found herself working with over the years. Still, her experience told her to keep an eye on this one.

Infernid clattered past the pony he had met, already somewhat enjoying his newfound mobility over simply walking "Then come along, good sir, the chase is on!" Instead of following the two unknowns into an alleyway, Infernid scaled the building overlooking the streets in record time, his prehensile legs bounding him across the gaps until the voices began again, chattering about thingsbigthingsbigfleshythingsfleefleenobitingnobiting. Perhaps it was the arachnids again, and perhaps he could somehow hear them past all logical explaination. The time for that was later, however, as he dropped into the alley, his augments skillfully cushioning the fall and landed right in front of the two. "Going somewhere, gentlemen?" he asked, his goggles glinting in the visible streetlight "It is a wonderful night to be out, but I am afraid it may be just past your curfew, hm?" his forehooves folded behind his back as meaningful steps were taken towards them "I do not suppose you are willing to share what you have in that folder, but if you are willing to impart with some of its contents I may make this worth your while..."

"Perhaps not his, but mine?" a leg whipped out, snatching the coat of one of the "Duo" and reeling them in "I suggest you spill a tantalising truth, felon, lest your partner succumbs to a painful fate..." Facing the caught individual away from him, though the angle at which he held the prey put enough space between them to be within legs reach, he could hear the voices once again. They sounded preyiscaughtpreystrugglesfeedwrapwrapfeedfeed excited at the fact he had grabbed the pony. Perhaps he was linked to some vapid hive mind of arachnids, able to hear their chittering thoughts. If that was the case, surely thinking back would cause a reaction...?

Nightwing could find no source of danger anywhere, but danger was more of a secondary objective for him right now. "Need to find that..." Of course... It was probably destroyed when it came in here. Sadly, Nightwing's main goal was being hindered by this comic book world. He had to find what he was hired to find, grab it, then leave without notice that he did so.

"This is going to be a long work day..."

As Wavelength waited at the far end of the alley, he noticed the sounds of an encounter playing out. It seemed clear enough that the suspects were now being confronted and weren't currently trying to run, so rather than continuing to wait, the Patriot entered the alley and began to close the distance between himself and the party. He didn't suspect that he'd be particularly needed, or that the duo would respond well to seeing an armored war machine like his outfit, so he waited and listened just around a corner, now less than ten meters from Siphon, Infernid, and their unidentified new "friends". If Siphon were to glance at his heads-up display, he'd see that Wavelength was discreetly transmitting his location. The earth pony didn't want to appear as a surprise to his allies, either.

Infernid smirked, lowering himself down onto his hooves as the appendages held onto the stallion above him "As. You. Wish." using the pony's weight as momentum, Infernid's legs catapult the stallion at his pistol weilding partner. Whether he missed or hit was hardly a concern, for either presented an opportunity to strike and grab the files. He was beginning to question if this was a hero's agenda or not, but somehow it felt right to do. No sooner had the pony left his grip was he back onto his augments, the ground a filthy feeling beneath his armoured hooves. Was the character Infernid always this vain, or was this a byproduct of a previous identity? Unsure but not unfocused, Infernid waited to stingstingfeedeatsting respond to a counter.