Paragon City

"Ah. You know I am fluent in Daemon, you can speak that to me." Wire says, as she inputs this into a report.

Psychowolf tries to switch off his Comm, as Wire annoys him. "Most call me Psychowolf. "

((Actualyl, wire was only speaking to her. Wire can pick and choose who recieves her.))

"Interesting name! Any stories behind it?" Hammer asks, leaning back on his hammer.

((He'd still turn it off. Or try to.))
"I have no regard for personal safety in a fight, and I can call animals. Plus I have wolf-like characteristics. "

"Ah, pretty simple! I like that. So what's got you so near a big Hellion hotspot?" Hammer stretches.

"Got asked to a meeting."

"Ah. Funny thing, same thing happened to me a few weeks ago. Robed guy, glowing red eyes, sharp teeth?" Hammer raises his hand in the air, about the height of the Boss. " About so tall?"

"Indeed. His price was too high."

"Ah. I just didn't like the idea of workin' with the Hellions, so I smashed up his hideyhole a bit. Prob'ly why he asked you here."

"Perhaps. I ain't staying long enough to find out."

"Oh? You leavin' this city so soon?" Hammer raises an eyebrow.

"Don't like staying put."

"This place is pretty big, ya know. You could wander it some." He says, inspecting the hammer part of his hammer for scratches.

"Not interested. This city is too pretentious."

"Oh, that's just Atlas Park talkin'. Too many politicians, too little space for their tiny brains." Hammer laughs loudly.

"Heh. Gotta leave when ya gotta leave. This ain't my city."

"I'm sure ya'll find somewhere then! I wish ya luck on that too! Gimme a minute, someone's needing me!" He looks at his comm, and then, with superhuman speed, charges off, holding his hammer just off the ground as not to damage the roads. Or sidewalks. Or benches. Or fire hydrants. Or trees. Or fences. Or people. Or buildings. Or stop lights. Or stairs. Or pretty much anything behind him that was originally in front of him.

"Hmm... Wire, you have profiles on most heroes, right?"

"Almost everyone in the city, to some extent. Why do you ask?" Wire replies. Oddly, the clicking of keys can be heard as well. Someone else must be in the room. Wire doesn't use keyboards. Keyboards are for normal people.

"Need information. What you have on me, and her."

"Hmm, not as much as usual. A less than detailed report on your powers and lack of political power by the Illuminati, my personal database has you listed as an Immortal with summoning abilities and regeneration. You're fortyseven years old, biologically eighteen, stay away from the grid mostly. Unfortunate accidents around when you got your abilities. A few police reports but nothing too serious that being an official hero can't fix.
Little Ice Devil. She's the lead of Lucifer's attempts to secure a better public image. It's working, too. She's a nice girl, spends most of her time helping people to show that demons can be helpful. Has trouble with human tongue. Fangs make it harder to speak, obviously. Powerful ice related abilities. She's really high on the Illuminati watchlist, probably because she has weekly interactions with one of the few true dragons still around. She has a daughter, Susan. Said daughter is with her father. They're separated, reason listed as irreconcilable differences in belief. Decent flying ability, probably boosted by tips from a true dragon.
She's something of a hellraiser in hell, if you'll excuse my phrasing. She's the one who got Lucifer on board with the whole work for a better public image thing. It works thought, that's for sure.

"Interesting. Fortyseven? When did I get THAT old... huh. I avoid politics. Messy and full of puffed up idiots who feel they are better than they are. Illuminati make my skin crawl. Most people do, though. Thanks for the info. You're a doll. Sorry for the incomplete record, but I like being anonymous. As for... Little Ice Devil...? She sounds like a real peach. Anything I should know before I switch this thing off?"

"Not really. Feel free to use it if you end up in a bad situation. If you can't call out, hit the blue button and I'll direct the nearest super to your location. Green button if you spot a crime you can't or won't deal with yourself. Oh! And black button on the back for a quick record, just say a name into it, and it'll give you whatever is easy access."

"What about you...?"

"Me? Interesting. I'm Wire, full name Kali Sorvalen. Age 10, although I'm pretty sure I'm not aging physically anymore. Abilities: Energy waves, Technopathic control, Technopathic empathy, Technopathic creation, Energy shielding, Intenet awareness, Hyperspeed, mild psionic powers. Normally unnervingly calm, although not so much as of late. Due to my... Condition I am only able to drink water. I ended up like this due to a freak accident. A mage and a psionic were in heated combat and a miscast spell hit me. Nearly killed me as well, but a good man named James saved my life and helped me adjust to the tubes and wires on my body. You see where my name came from. A good part of this stuff is that I have a uninteruptible high speed internet connection. Combined with my technopathic powers this makes me possibly one of the most powerful collectors and distributors of information in the world, which is how I got this job. I caught and... got revenge on both the psychic and mage responsible for my... incident, and am working through the mental trauma of said revenge. Is that all you wish to know?"