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Felicity · May 24, 2015

Even if the lady wasn't telling the truth, Felicity still had to make a call. She had had a situation like this before, actually, when a heist had gone particularly sour and someone had attempted to bluff her into inaction. She had called the bluff and escaped, just as the sirens were approaching; but that was because she had confidence in her powers, especially the ones they didn't know about. This was a different situation, and the circumstances seemed much stranger.

She could feel her illusions, albeit in a different manner from herself. The way the one distraction had been dissipated was abnormal, and probably meant something strange had happened to it. Not to mention they had managed to track her this quickly, even with a complete body change. It may be a bluff.. but they were obviously not law enforcement. Law enforcement, especially here, was much too incompetent for an operation like this. They preferred their strongarming black helicopters and armored agents. It was the American way, she supposed. Her head raced. This was not how she wanted her day to go. It was not good at all. She didn't lower her gun, though she began to step counterclockwise around Mr. Gelling, away from Roger, shifting the ironsights between Roger and The Concierge herself.

"I don't get it. I've never heard of anything like that. When this kind of shit happens- people end up in a mental clinic, or something like that. I can get away myself. I always have. Why should I bother? They've never found me. What makes this different?"

She wanted more words, though she was both wasting and buying time- every second was probably closer to her doom, but every extra second gave her more time to think of a better plan than to take a dive off a roof.

Thirteen · May 25, 2015

They were finally getting somewhere. Felicity was talking, and Mr. Gelling was gaining something of an upper hand. Although nobody from the outside may have thought so, even getting the chance to speak to an agitated subject was something of a victory. Unfortunately, the ruckus that the three had created had attracted local law enforcement. Not the problematic technocracy that was responsible for dealing with the supernatural, but it was plenty problem enough.

"If you haven't heard of it, then we're doing our job. As for never finding you...you're less hidden than you think."

Still holding her hand in the air, Mr. Gelling reached into her coat slowly, and pulled out a folder, tossing it to the ground in front of Felicity. In it, she would find far more information on her, and her abilities than any thief would want anyone to have.

"In 24 hours, you will become one of the most wanted criminals in the world. Worse yet, your ability will be outed to government black operations programs; ones that know how to get to you. Come with me, and the order for your capture and possible execution will be rescinded. Without the ability to actually do any damage, I give you 3 days before you are dead."

Mr. Gelling was not lying. It was why they were after her now; the governments of the world gave Starlight first dibs on supernatural criminals. If they either failed, or the criminal otherwise refused, that was that. They were now fair game to the government to which the supernatural belonged. Given that they were not trusted, and these governments preferred supernatural abilities be hidden, one could imagine what would happen if she was going to be left alone.

"Your choice. We have about 20 seconds before we leave."

Felicity · May 26, 2015

Felicity didn't really believe her at first. She had been so successful so far. She leaned down carefully, crouching with only her knees to pick up the folder, still aiming the pistol at both in turn. She opened the folder, glancing down at a few lines before looking up again, then back down, and back up, in case it was a trick.

It wasn't, and it was worse than she though. Not all of her counterparts had survived their excursions, but it seems like the ones that did had spoken of her various identities. It was, for the most part, a well researched trail of mistakes. Even with such powers, she was not immune to human error. She cursed under her breath. That she was telling the truth made this even worse, and it meant she was most certainly screwed. So, she essentially had a choice to make: give up now and hope she's telling the truth about good treatment, or police assisted suicide. The latter didn't necessarily seem so bad, as she had had a good run, but it wasn't preferable.

At the very least she could end this on her terms. If they really were magical, then they would have to prove it.

She thumbed the magazine release, ensured the magazine clattered on the roof, then pointed the gun in the air and fired the bullet from the chamber harmlessly upwards, emptying the pistol of its chambered round before tossing it away on the ground. A gunshot on Harvard's campus would attract an extreme amount of attention, and if these two didn't have a fast extraction ready and capable, then Felicity would just ditch and go live in Columbia somewhere. She had a favor from a particular drug lord still, and she would have use it someday before he got caught by the policÃa.

"Fine. You convinced me. You've probably got that long before campus security shows up, anyway." she said, putting her hands on the back of her head.

Thirteen · May 27, 2015

It almost looked as if Felicity had been slapped in the face from afar with the file that Mr. Gelling had brought. The choice was becoming increasingly clear. Come with Mr. Gelling and the safety of Starlight Academy, or be captured, and perish after likely being tortured. The Concierge could effectively remove Felicity's criminal record, but only after confirming her residency on the island.

"15 seconds is all we'll need. And get your hands off your head. We're not arresting you. Roger, find a door. Come on, we need to follow before security is on us."

He started running, past several actual doors. What he was looking for in fact, was a door that was close to a magical leyline. Roger in particular had a few magical tricks up his sleeve, and this particular one would have the group out before campus security ever knew what was up.

Finally, the man stopped, nodded, and smiled.

"Well there you go, that was easy."

Roger pulled open a door to what was supposed to be on the other side, but instead, it opened up to an alley that appeared to be several blocks away. Roger ran through, along with Mr. Gelling. Amelia could only hope that Felicity would follow, after all, she could simply turn back around at that point, and maybe even make it out.

At least for today.

Should she decide to go through the door however, the entire group would likely be safe at that point. Mr. Gelling called in a car either way, a ten-second call simply stating their location.

"To fulfill our end of the bargain to the government, we have to have you on a boat to the island by tonight. However, if you have any belongings that you would like shipped to your new residence, all you need is to ask."

A black sedan pulled up, and Mr. Gelling pulled open the door for Felicity while Roger got in the front seat. Once they were in, it would be about an hour's ride to the terminal where Felicity would finally be on her way to the island proper.

OOC: Sorry this one is short. Work is a pain.

"Ms. Chevalier, I hope we can make your transition as smooth as possible.

Felicity · May 30, 2015

Felicity did consider just straight up getting away. By now, though, sirens were approaching; she's already left way too much evidence up here, and without at least a couple minutes, she wouldn't be able to clean it all up. Even so, she was still a little stunned.. was that a portal or something? It was weird. Even so, her sense of urgency kept her going. The only thing with her real fingerprints would have been the gun. Although gun prints weren't the best things for cops to go off of, she still didn't want any hints of any kind.

But the real reason was it had sentimental value, and she didn't want to leave it on some rooftop.

She took a detour on the way to the door to grab the handgun, trying her best to not look threatening, and tucked it back in her coat. In the process of turning away from Mr. Gelling and Roger, she also changed her appearance back to 'normal', her much more appealing blonde persona. After grabbing it, she made her way through the door.

She was immediately disoriented. It was like one of those trick houses. It took her at least a few seconds to reallocate her brain cells, and then to nod to what Mr. Gelling was saying. Shipment. Her things. Would her accounts be frozen? She had at least a few dozen million in savings, and the police would probably seize it if they found out she or her alternate personas were missing. If she could come back, Felicity would check on them later. It was fine. She was more interested in her coursework and book collection back at her home.

Felicity took her seat in the sedan, now nursing a wicked headache.

"I can't say I understand, but I'll go along with it. Who are you, again?"

ooc/You can end it here if you want, or more. Up to you, I'll do whatever.

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