A part of a team. (open to TW)

Kunoichi felt the bullets zip past her on both sides. She knew he was closing her in, thinking quick she teleported behind him and went in for a low kick.

[OC: Is it okay if I enter Furi? He hasn't met the other Titans yet apart from Ben and Kunoichi and Songbird briefly]

OT: I'd definitely say it's fine since we have pretty much the whole team in here already other than Foal.

Furi walked into the room, tapping the hologram device on his wrist. It seemed to have shorted out, leaving Furi exposed as an Appoplexian, a 6'8" muscle bound tiger-like humanoid with burnt orange fur with black stripes, a white muzzle, white hands, torso and padded feet with three toes. A large black sprouted from it's wrists and solid green eyes fixed on the wrist-band like object on his arm. He'd been following Ben's scent, since if Ben made it, he'd know how to fix it. The smell and sounds of fighting immediately hit the battle-loving Appoplexian, causign him to look up.

He was SO tempted to the fray, but no, business before fun. God, he hated that term. Looking around, he walked towards the nearest person who wasn't fighting "Hey! You know where I can find Ben Tennyson?" The Appoplexian yelled over the soudns of the fights. He was already making a plan in his head. 'One, Find Tennyson, get disguise thing fixed. Two, Fight. Three, Fight some more' Furi thought to himself

(Sanakan's out of the topic for now, probably gonna be in her room working on ideas.)

Ah, it rather seems I've underestimated her... Good I didn't want this fight to end just yet... A bizarre mix of surprise and delight spread across Zack's face as he realized that Kunoichi was capable of more than he had given her credit for. His response was characteristically bizarre and effective. He fell. Or more accurately, he leaned backwards into his opponent and let gravity do the job. He knew his body well, and knew exactly how much of his own weight to magnetically support to avoid crushing her, though he still drove the breath from her lungs upon their impact with the ground. Rolling off of her, Zack stood, his eyes wild as he stared at her intently. Teleportation.... Something about it irked Zack, reminding him of something deep within his shattered psyche. What was it? His mind raced, as he fought to bring the memory to the surface. His psyche fought back. What was it? Why did his mind fight so strongly to keep it buried? Zack shook his head, his breathing heavy and labored. Almost drunkenly, he reloaded his pistol, removing a magazine from within his jacket and switching it with the empty one in his Glock. "You are whole once more, Terry." Zack muttered feverishly. What was wrong? What was his mind trying to hide from him? He shook his head again, staggering a step.

I nodded as they asked for scenery but on my way to the control panel I saw Honest..become Evan.
I gasped, quickly stifling it with a hand over my mouth.
Tearing my eyes from the disturbing sight I typed around on the comp.
Main ops. Check.
"Okay, you're on. Voice activation on, holler if you want to stop. Play nice boys." I spoke with a small smile on my face.
I'd love to fight.
Just when I thought I'd be stuck on the sidelines a..tiger..guy.. Came in.
"Kellogs commercial is studio four buddy" I smirked walking up to him.

"Sorry, couldn't resist" I shrugged, not feeling sorry in the slightest, "Bens a little busy. But if it's something mechanical I can help too, no problem.I'm Capricious, resident electric." I quipped looking at his wrist. What was it with watches, it didn't even look so different from my own, which stuck out in it's electric blue from my black latex catsuit.

The cereal mascot reference was lost on the Appoplexian, who just stared at her, the 6'8" alien towering over the 5'5" girl. He did work out that the girl was offering to take a look at his holograph disguise watch. "Oh yeah, this thing's busted. Ben Tennyson made it, so Furi thought he'd be able to fix it" Furi declared loudly, tapping the face-plate of the disguise watch with a thick finger, before holding his arm out to the girl. Of course, he knew absolutely nothing about her, so he didn't know about her static skin or anything.

Not that it really mattered, his one track mind was focused on three things. Get the watch fixed, fight, then fight more. With any luck, he could get the first out of the way quickly if Juliette could fix the watch

Coughing, Kunoichi rolled onto her side. She surely wasn't expecting that. As she got up she saw Zack loading up his gun. Did something seem off on him, maybe it was just the wind that was knocked out of her.
She pulled out two more kunai, and then clasping her hands together she bagan to run in a wide circle, causing an illusion, as if there were more of her. She then threw the knife but instead of just the two she had it was multiplied, all aiming at the same target. She was careful of coarse to not seriously harm him, that was if she was even capable of doing so.

Zack looked up, shaking his head. What was it? Something else now. He was vaguely aware of Kunoichi standing and readying another attack. What was this? What was happening? Everything was a blur. He was aware that she was attacking him, but something seemed off. There were too many. Was she moving so fast she made a blur, or were there in actuality multiple assailants? He shook his head again, mental alarm bells blaring. He opened his eyes to see a blade, no MULTIPLE blades flying towards him. But wait, how could that make sense? There was only one Kunoichi. No. There were many. Or was it a blur? Instinct and training took over as Zack's mind reeled like a computer told to solve a paradox. His body dropped to the floor again, rolling backwards to his feet. His mind tried to wrap it's self around the paradox like a broken clock trying to continue working. Every time he made any headway, he encountered something that would cause him to tick back to twelve and start again. And there was still one question constantly nagging him, something another part of his mind had given up trying to solve and instead stared blankly at: What was it about her that was setting him on edge? Was she invading his mind? Zack shuddered inwardly at the idea. No one should see what happened. He had only become unnerved after she teleported. And now that she, no the SHES were moving as a single blur... Movement? Speed? Too fast to track? Blur? Zack's eyes widened as the sudden realization came upon him with the force of a frozen freight train, impacting upon what served as his mind with such a sudden flow of memories that the already shattered plane began to buckle and crack once more. Images of death and bloodshed flashed before his eyes. So vivid, so strong were these images that anyone with a psychic link to Zack and quite possibly any strong enough psychic nearby saw them, heard them, felt them, smelled them, tasted them, all as if they were there living within the haunting images. A street, choked with bodies, a man with half a face, lying on the ground next to a woman with a chunk missing from her stomach. A boy with a hole through his chest, being dragged away. A shriveled and pale shape, lying on a operating table, kept alive only by cold machinery. A figure strapped to a table, surrounded by specters, their hearts as cold as the blades they wielded, screams falling on deaf ears. First for help, then for mercy, and finally for death. A door at the end of a hall, bloodstained and dark, and emitting a feeling of dread as if it contained the very essence of evil. Figures, one after another dragged through the door by specters and wraiths wearing bloodstained orderlies outfits. The orderlies return for more, always for more. No one ever leaves the room. Zack clutched his head in his hands and dropped to one knee. His nightmares had bled into his waking life. The screams echoed throughout his head, along with that of anyone else able to see the images. Screams of the others, screams of the innocent, screams of pain, of rage. A never ending beacon of hatred and agony that brought Zack to all fours, gasping for air. "I... I can feel it overtaking me... "

Kunoichi caught off guard by Zack on his hands and knees stopped the allusion and ran towards him. She Knelt down and put a hand on his shoulder. The knives didn't hit but missed like she intended.

"Zack, are you okay, maybe we should stop..." she couldn't help but worry.

Zack cackled almost drunkenly, wild dementia seeping into his features. "Can you hear them? I can..." He laughed again, louder this time. "They call to me... They all call to me! I can hear them, yes!" He tried to stand, realizing for the first time that a hand was on his shoulder. An enemy? Who? A friend? No. He had no friends. He was dead. He was a monster. The dead have no friends. Monsters don't deserve friends. Zack instinctively spun into an open palmed uppercut. He didn't pull any power out of this one. "No! You can't make me go back! Never! I'll kill them all before I go back! I won't go into the room! You can't make me!"

Kunoichi felt the full hit and was sent backwards rolling to stop a length away. She staggered to get up, the hit was hard and it hurt. What was wrong? She couldn't understand what he was trying to say or what he was talking about.

"Go where? Zack what's wrong?!" she was alarmed but more than that confused on what she should do.