Jailhouse Aftershock [Sanduleak/Giza]

Sanduleak was sitting up against said bike, a few wrappings around sore spots because of his flight of fancy out of the prison. Though he visibly lit up, literally there was a little aura of light around him like budha, at the sight of the soda and gratefully accepted one. He slid off the bottom portion of his mask, glad that he got one of the few Pandemonium geniuses to work that little feature in, before popping open the bottle and taking a long swig. It was at least a half minute before he stopped chugging and had a slight twitch from the caffeine.

"You're a life saver cause of that."

He let out a burp then laughed, groaning slightly as he felt some sore spots move. It took him a moment to remember his trip through the prison and with a little motion of flicking his finger around.

"Hrm...oh right reinforcements there were hm twelve of them all neatly handcuffed."

He smiled a bit proudly, happy to have done that before rubbing the back of his head, course that's all that he did that was successful. Sanduleak took a moment to drown said thoughts with liquid sugar.

Limen set Giza’s rejected drink on the grass and turned on her motorcycle's radio to an alternative channel she liked while Sanduleak continued talking. She probably should have thought that Giza wouldn’t want a drink, but it was the gesture that mattered, right?

“Twelve? Damn.” She chuckled. She couldn’t keep up with that. That fourth one of hers had come out of nowhere with a gun - had she not acted fast with a blunt arrow, her run would’ve ended right there. It was too bad Giza wasn’t in the mood to share his count. She was curious.

She took another long drink of the soda, glad for the liquid however much people said soda only dehydrates you more. The gas mask she’d worn during the heist was stuffed messily in her bag, having been abandoned as soon as she was out of range of the nerve gas. That thing got stuffy.

Settling down on the grass again, she chuckled again at Giza’s complaining. “‘Cause none of us died.” Limen said simply. Her hands rested behind her head, Limen reclined on the grass, letting her crossed legs raise up into the air. “You can’t win them all, you know. We weren’t expecting enemy supers and of course there were enemy supers. Three of them. But you know what? Today there were no casualties, we didn’t add to the prison population, and now I’ve got a soda. Life’s pretty okay if you ask me.”

Giza signed from his two allies’ words. They were right; even though he could have planned the whole thing better, it was near-impossible for a plan to go exactly as he predicted. He had to admit that he didn’t realized someone who can swap places with other people exist; perhaps that was the reason he was caught off-guard. With the more in-depth information he got from this, he can perhaps formulate a new plan to break their unpowered allies out of there. It is rather unfortunate that they fail their attempt today; that prison would probably fix their security system and prepares for another breaking attempt soon.

But as he had believed before, there are no such place deem inescapable. Sooner or later, Giza will return, stronger and more prepare than before, and will one day successfully get his allies out of that dump. But not right now; he can think over about making a new plan once he returned back to the Horde. Right now, he needs to think of a way to break their failure to Aurora. As the man who came up with the plan and the idea to perform this scheme, he must take responsibility of the out-come. Hopefully she won’t be too mad about this once they break the bad news to her. After both Limen and Sanduleak make their toast, he levitated the sand once again to form his speech once again:

“Cheer. For true freedom.”

He then just take out his deck of card and begin to count them to see what card were used in order to replace them.

Sanduleak placed his empty bottle and smiled a bit brighter, seems they were at least able to cheer up Giza and stay positive. Though it was still a bit difficult for him.

He hadn't done anything successful during that attempt, that woman had just dodged his beams and Unhallow wasn't even fazed by his flash...if he had been able to do something they might've had a bigger party than this with all the members who were currently still there. God some of them may have even been taken by those damn Keepers. Who knows what the hell they'd do to get some extra info. No no no bad thoughts, they could try again in a week, Limen was right they would tear the damn walls down and free their partners in crimes. Shaking his head violently to get rid of most of his negative thoughts, Sanduleak chuckled when he heard Limen's next topic.

"Is it though? I mean we're a magician, archer, and living light show who attempted to break 'em out, preeeeetty sure that's just another Sunday to most in this city...also that kamikaze doppelganger is gonna be dead doppelganger when I'm through with him. Er anyways I heard that capture the flag thing may be happening soon, so that'll help moral at the very least until we try again and break those guys out."

Giza was blaming himself for the whole ordeal, as though he could’ve planned for three supers showing up. As far as Limen was concerned, his plan was great. It would’ve gone off flawlessly had they only been facing the guards. Who were highly-trained guards - to think they’d done as much as they did was amazing. It’d be an awakening that their security wasn’t necessarily all that secure, even if it hadn’t been all the way broken.

“This was a team effort, but I guess if you want to take the fall, man, that’s your choice. I’ll just leave fish in the beds of anyone who chews you out over it.” She took another drink of her soda.

Limen had heard tell of this “capture the flag” game. “We will get our revenge via a game of capture the flag…” Limen said darkly, staring off into the distance like she was contemplating dead parents. “And if either of you come to stand against me on the field, I warn you now, there will be no mercy.”

In all actuality, Limen was seriously looking forward to the match. She’d been doing a bit of prep for it already - scoping out dark alleyways and rooftops that might serve as quick and hidden passages, and snooping about in the horde, attempting to find something to clue her into her possible enemy's potential weaknesses. So far she hadn’t turned up much, but seriously, if someone got upset at Giza over the jailbreak, they'd be turning up fish in their room.

Seeing how these two were excited about the little game of capture the flag was both encouraging and worrying. He knew that all Pandaemonium would be serious about the challenge, but the idea that these two won’t be so merciful to their own faction members is a bit offsetting. The reason that he wanted to start this “capture the flag” game was to teach everyone in the Pandaemonium in the process of working with each other forward a common goal. From what he had observe through their previous scheme, most of the Pandaemonium simply do them out of random, without planning, without much reason of doing so, and of course without communication between each other.

For example, Aurora’s attempt of demolishing the news station on Laurel Boulevard with Dullahan met with complication because of Dullahan started to demolish the place while Aurora was still in the building. Even in his museum heist, Bloodbath’s action of attacking the police officers wasn’t something Giza had in mind, even if that manage to help ease down their interference with his heist. For him, lack of internal communication between team members can either lead to confusion or even a flaw in a well-laid plan.

In his mind, he can still remember Aurora’s word on him about what her end goal was, and how she assumed that people will be against her ideal world in the future. She also advised him to be himself rather than mimicking her method of doing thing. He knew that putting organization in a group that each member looked out for their own would meet with disagreement. Thus he need to gain a better understanding of every supers members of Pandaemonium; this “capture the flag” game would help him gain better understanding of all the members. He waved his finger around to form message from the sand again:

“Enthusiasm is good, but do not let hostility control you. We are still share the same faction, do not forget that.”

"I'd be lying if I said laying down wasn't one of my first options, so here's hoping we're just teammates and not have to worry bout each others wrath."

Sanduleak chuckled, this was more playful than dark in his opinion. He wondered who would cause the most property damage, he was proud of his own ability to cause some damage but sometimes it appeared the magician in front of him and the living rainbow would probably rip out a building if she was annoyed. That pretty much determined it, whoever was the most annoyed would cause more damage than the rest. He was really hoping he wouldn't be the cause for their annoyance, though that was not likely. Oh current problem, beach did not make a good round.

"Hrm no left my yacht in my other helmet, soooo give me a few minutes, plus let me hitch a ride, I could probably make a road or something for us to ride if that's cool."

He was ninety percent certain he could make a flat plain over the water for them to ride over...at the very least, like everything Pandaemonium did, it'd be interesting.