endbringer, meet gun

[peterxy]

...Very unseasonable rains can be seen in the distance from the shores of Acapulco.

The Brockton Bay Protectorate starts organizing volunteers to be transported or teletransported in batches to it. Heroes, rogues, villains, anyone's assistance is appreciated. A rendez-vous point is set for non-Protectorate capes wishing to volunteer, and Protectorate capes are informed of the situation via communication devices.

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[thinkering]

"There goes twenty bucks," mutters Lorica. "Robots say he's that way." She snaps her fingers and the nearest robot hovers in Leviathan's direction, hovering to match as he moves.

[mxglam]

Almost as if he noticed Lorica was tracking him, he starts speeding again, visibly using his afterimage on things.

"I can't hit him like this!"

Eidolon, however, seems to have gotten his hands on a laser power similar to Legend's, and both of them shoot around the wounds created by Glam's gun.

[thinkering]

Lorica mutters into her helmet. The tracking robot lands on the nose of the gun. "Let it turn the turret! Grease it or something if it can't follow that quick!"

[mxglam]

"I can make it turn that quick!"

They make a thing - it's not particularly clear what it is, but it has a pointy end - appear in their right hand and duck under the turret to do- something. It does become significantly easier to turn, though.

[peterxy]

This will, apparently, not be too necessary. Leviathan disengages from the two heroes and starts making his way towards the bay again - not in their building's direction.

[thinkering]

"Is he leaving...?"

[mxglam]

"Hell if I know, you're the one with the tracker robots!"

[peterxy]

He seems to be, indeed, leaving. He has taken more of a beating than he does most fights, especially without Scion, and the fact that other capes keep adding injury to injury is not helping.

He dives into the ocean.

[thinkering]

There is some tense waiting.

[peterxy]

Eventually the rainfall and sea movements start settling back into a pattern more like "were just affected by macro hydrokinesis" than "are currently being affected by macro hydrokinesis."

Which, mind you, is still very unnatural and a lot of water and poor visibility and all that, but there's less sense of purpose.

[thinkering]

"Okay. That's that then," says Lorica. "Oh god I'm alive I'm alive -"

She activates a beacon for her dad. Presently he appears in a suit that looks a little like hers in design if not aesthetic. He hugs her.

[mxglam]

Glam lets out a whoop and makes waterproof holographic fireworks appear as they dance a little on the spot.

[alicornucopia]

Sanctuary turns off his forcefield, activates a different smaller forcefield, and jumps off the building.

[mxglam]

"...it was nice meeting you," Glam tells empty space, still grinning a lot, and showing that through the mask.

[thinkering]

Lorica and Transit murmur to each other and then he teleports away.

"Plane will be back in an hour, we're doing more evac," Lorica says. "It'll be hovering out over the water waiting for fliers."

[mxglam]

"I can probably help evac!"

[thinkering]

"Follow that bot, it'll show you people who need help," says Lorica, indicating a bot, and then she goes a different way.

[mxglam]

Glam follows the bot, and this time they do hum happily after it.

[thinkering]

The bot, as promised, finds people who need help and shows Glam where they are.

[mxglam]

Glam can carry one person at a time, they don't want to strain credibility and have one of their passengers doubt their abilities while they're fifty feet above the ground.

[thinkering]

The bot figures this out as soon as a group of three are removed to high ground one at a time, and it leads them to individuals and in a couple cases a pair of children.

[mxglam]

Pairs of children don't strain credibility, Glam could probably carry even more since children are so prone to believing everything.

...they wonder if they could use that tactically. Well, food for thought, and now's definitely not the time.

[thinkering]

After fifty-five minutes the bot stops doing this thing and zooms up to be collected into the waiting airplane.

[mxglam]

Glam follows!

[thinkering]

The plane leaves five minutes late when the last flier straggles into it, and it zooms back whence it came.