The sound of alarms blare the moment the fires start, the buildings not occupied, but their safeties on. Street lights in the area turn green and wide, scanning the area, small droids from the burning buildings appear out, as if searching the area for criminals - used as a way of capturing potential culprits, common for businesses to have and probably worth destroying.
But they attract more than simply the D-Force or this world's equivalent of the fire-station for such a powerful dispelling tactic: they attract it. Each of the three will suddenly find themselves unable to move as invisible - not with a great concentration - clamps come around their feet, locking them to the ground, or locking them in place in the air.
There are D-Force approaching, but in their minds, they hear a deep rumbling of a voice - and for Loki in particular, there is the greater sense of a threat. That while they each hear the voice, it is particularly directed at him.
'You return...to destroy my city...?
Even without the power of empathy, they can sense a boiling rage, a presence in the darkness that has found a way inside them. Pressing against their minds, madness, grief, a crazed soul barely contained. For the more empathetic, there is the presence - of a thousand screams, laughter, joy, despair. These are not souls, but memories imprinted on a soul. Replaying, over and over and over, scarred into a singular being.
They have a chance to answer, if only once, before the D-Force come.
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But they attract more than simply the D-Force or this world's equivalent of the fire-station for such a powerful dispelling tactic: they attract it. Each of the three will suddenly find themselves unable to move as invisible - not with a great concentration - clamps come around their feet, locking them to the ground, or locking them in place in the air.
There are D-Force approaching, but in their minds, they hear a deep rumbling of a voice - and for Loki in particular, there is the greater sense of a threat. That while they each hear the voice, it is particularly directed at him.
'You return...to destroy my city...?
Even without the power of empathy, they can sense a boiling rage, a presence in the darkness that has found a way inside them. Pressing against their minds, madness, grief, a crazed soul barely contained. For the more empathetic, there is the presence - of a thousand screams, laughter, joy, despair. These are not souls, but memories imprinted on a soul. Replaying, over and over and over, scarred into a singular being.
They have a chance to answer, if only once, before the D-Force come.