An Old Fashioned Horror Story [SCHEME]

As far as data can go, Anonymous are 80% certain that his new formula was able to perform its purpose, even if it wasn’t perfect. The little emergency test-run that he had to do on Aurora during one of her chemical lab raid was a bit crude, but the results are quite astonishing. Working on his computer to further the stability of the formula, he can already feel like he’s getting close. Now that he had managed to create such compound without the needing of fancy lab equipments, he would like to have a little field testing with them.

Thanks to a certain little bird who was so kindly gave him a small piece of information for a deluxe lunch, he managed to learn a potential lab-rat for him to test this on. It’s seem that this guy might have learn something that he might not meant to learn about, and rumor has it that someone might be sending an assassin after him to silence him forever. Though it’s true that Anonymous might be quite curious about what secret this little man learned, it’ll be more fun to make him his first test subject for his experiment. He should be honored for being chosen as the first stepping stone for this glorious trial.

It is rather quite surprising that he would see Geata entering this abandon mansion; knowing him, he probably plan a meeting with that man there for the information. As he was scoping out the place after Geata make his entrance, he notice two more supers present at the scene: one was the oh so familiar Goo-lady Arcanum, but the other guy was rather new. Soon enough a scream from someone inside the mansion can be heard from outside the building; it seems like they’re having a party inside.

“Well,” Anonymous let out a sickening grin on his face as the sky above him light up from a flash of lightning, signaling the upcoming storm, “It won’t be a great party without a fog machine, don’t you agree my dear boy?”

Carrying a small smoke machine in his hand, Anonymous make his way toward one of the building’s ventilation fan that blow fresh air into the building and turning it on. Removing all his facial features except his eyes away, he set the fog machine onto the floor and began to pour some of the vile he carried, mixing the liquids together and turning the machine on. Placing the fog machine near a ventilation shaft, it would take about fifteen minutes for the odorless gas to spread throughout the whole building, affecting anyone foolish enough to go here without a proper protection. He doubt the gas will affect the supers in here as he wish for it to do, but the unpowered will be completely vulnerable.

“Now our little fright night can truly begin.”

Opposing: you want a haunted mansion? You’ll get a haunted mansion, dear boy. Let’s make every unpowered people inside face the true horror of a stormy night.

And suddenly, Geata spotted a familiar sight as he watched Critical Mass try to sneak around the house. If he had to guess, Geata was willing to bet that the guy with a history of interrupting Keeper business was here to be a massive pain in the ass. Siren had decided to help and was already inside, but the masked super was willing to bet that she wouldn't mind a little backup. He dropped through a portal, entering the house, just in time to hear a scream.

Dashing towards the origin of the sound, Geata happened upon Critical threatening the informant. "You survive, you're telling me everything of importance," he said quickly to the unpowered man before walking through a portal and emerged directly between him and the Keeper.

"You're proving to be far more trouble than you'd be worth, kid," he said flatly to the armored super.

The gas should slowly starting to spread around the abandon mansion, and whoever the unpowered man inside the building would started to notice his vision to become quite blurry. His heart-rate started to rapidly increase from the high-level of adrenaline, if it wasn’t high before, and his sense of hearing began to pick up even the tiny drop of rain striking the window glass and the wooden roof. Hearing all of these sounds and nearly being blinded is enough to drive any unpowered human on the edge of insanity.

Quietly listened to any present that is inside the building, Anonymous can now tell there are five other super other than him inside the building. Excluding the sight of Geata, Goo-lady and the unknown super, there were two new supers that he didn’t recognize from their pattern. He can sort of hearing Geata and the other guy is in a conversation, and it was quite clear that the two of them isn’t on the same team.

Anonymous grinned and quietly cracking his knuckle a bit: “Well now, let’s get this party started.”

There was no point in doing very much quite yet, just observing. The vase was admittedly a surprise, but it reminded him to keep his mind open for supers. The invisible one had now been marked in his mind, deemed not only a threat but a direct obstacle, and her location would be mentally tracked like the rest of them. Phenomenon took a quick headcount, six total. Two thirds were in the same room. There was a clear difference between the mind of a normal and a super, but the normals in this mansion were different. They were broken, not working normally. He used the informant here in the front of the room as an example, noticing all the symptoms he was undergoing. A quick analysis let him know that there were obviously drugs in his system as well as quite the percentage of the others in the building. It was unlikely it was the metaphorical punch, meaning it had been administered in some other, likely still dangerous, fashion. Better safe than sorry, if it could be dangerous to him best to not be near it. Suddenly, the previously far super had emerged by kicking in the door. The knob on the door glowed pink. The screws unscrewed and drilled themselves back in, now screwing the door to the wall. On the other side of the door, the hinges did the same. Now, it was effectively held to the wall on either side. The knob itself would simply fall out, landing with a dull metallic thud. The ceramic shards lying about swiftly replaced it, no longer leaving a valid grip or peephole but instead a mess of sharp, jagged edges and points. It wouldn't stop a kick from putting a hole in it, but it removed the idea of using the knob or kicking it completely open again.

There were several threats that needed dealt with. First, the poison. It had the most variables for affecting him, but it didn't seem to be bothering any of the other supers. Back burner with that one, moving to the masked one, what with the portals and such. He was quick enough, as well as obviously wanting Mass' victim alive. So, he made portals, had already encountered Mass, didn't like him, and was now the two Keepers' opposition. Next over was the invisible one with the projectile pottery. Obviously she could turn invisible and throw things, but had very little in the way of available information. Stranger on the roof, to be ignored for now. Assuming Arcanum went into the room they were in rather than the actual front, Phenomenon would have to run a half examination of her too; obviously wanted the target, so enemy. That was it. Now, he had to act.

It was quickly made clear that other people were handling keeping the informant alive. To Geata's surprise, though, one of those people used the same silver goo as Arcanum. He never actually got a chance to thank her for at least being willing to try to keep him an eye on him during the dragon attack, and they hadn't exactly worked together since then. He smiled slightly under his mask, but decided a conversation could wait until they drove back the other supers. It seemed they both wanted the informant alive, after all, so it was reasonable to assume they could probably come to an agreement.

Critical would once again find himself outside the building once again. Geata thought it would be best to provide him with company, so he walked through a portal onto the roof, where he was greeted with a most unwelcome sight.

"Hello, Anonymous," he said, his voice even more irritated than when he had addressed Critical Mass. "Could you kindly just fuck off?"