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Whodunnit?

It was time to get a little more organized, share some information with each other. She had a talk with that bigface kid, Jaime, to see if he could do anything to shield them from Stacy's prying eyes and he said he had a few ideas, so a meeting place was chosen, and it was time to gather.

Cybil had a good authoritative, shouting voice.

"Everyone, listen up! We're meeting down in the city near that big tree. Grab whoever you see and get down there."

Indeed they were. People were starting to gather there.

[ooc: Instead of little subthreads, everyone post in one thread as people arrive. Try to keep the convo general, like everyone talking to each other, instead of devolving into private conversations.]

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Jaime's hand thrummed and the scarab twittered an alert.

"What do you mean that bug-thing from before is nearby?"

...Oh.

Oh God.

He launched himself forward. "Superboy, get away from it!"

"What? It's just a--"

It moved faster than even he could react. Suddenly looming up to its full height, the wings--that looked like a cloak--sweeping back, the plates that covered its eyes, looking deceptively like a face retracting.

It had been freed from a place by accident. It had laid the eggs it'd had before it as put in stasis.

They had watched them. They had learned how to imitate them. They had adapted.

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The Judas cockroach screeched and spat gunk all over Kon before he had a chance to react.

"--kid. Not a kid!"

Then he was spewed on, and it got in his eyes. Which was gross but practically noth--augh!

It hurt! It actually hurt! It was burning!

"AAAAUUUUGH!"

He screamed, and fell back, out of the alley, into their view, hands trying to wipe the stuff off of his face.

"HOLY CRAP!" Paco shouted, lunging between the monster death-roach and Kate. She could shoot it full of arrows from behind him.

"I told you!" Wednesday roars, rushing forward to pull Kon bodily backwards by the scruff of his suit. For such an old man, he's a strong one... well, maybe it's just the adrenalin of the situation. "Someone get water, now, I don't care if you have to use your shirt to carry it!"

Rapidly moving his way to the front of the crowd, Sam snatched the flask of holy water that he'd collected from the replica of the Vatican and tossed it to the old man. "There," he barked at Wednesday, before aiming his gun at the ginormous bug and opening fire.

Everyone was focused on the giant cockroach, which was good because it meant that they didn't see Ax bolting in the opposite direction and diving behind the nearest building to demorph.

He told himself that he wasn't running from a fight, that the others were capable of holding the giant cockroach off while he demorphed so that he could help them.

It didn't make him feel much better.

"Sam, move back some, you're--"

She'd looked up and around, instinctually.

"There's more of them!"

She started firing on the one that she spotted on the top of a building nearby.

"Get Super-tights cleaned up, then get him on his feet or carry him--we need to fall back to a better position. With Hudson dead, there's no reason to be here."

Sam continued firing until he heard the familiar 'click' sound that told him his clip was empty. With no time to reload--at least without risking getting goop in the face like the kid had--he grabbed the machete that was slung on his back and started hacking at the bug's legs.

"St. Peter's Square," he shouted to Cybil. Vatican City had been constructed as a fortress, a means to protect the Pope from attack. It seemed the most logical place to retreat to.

Wednesday dumps out the flask on the kid's face, not caring much about it being holy water—not that he can't tell, of course. And all this one-handed... he's still holding that scimitar as he grunts to pull Kon to his feet, if the boy can stand.

Kon was trying to stand. There was that whole blind, burning thing going on.

"Don't--touch. If it--nnngh--hurts me--then it'll take--your fingers off."

His face did not look pretty when he pulled his hands away. It wasn't melted off or anything, like most people's faces would've been, but his eyes were tearing like crazy and his eyelids were puffy. There were even blisters.

He looked like the average person did when pepper sprayed.

"Rob! Bat-acid neutralizer--something. You gotta have something."

It wasn't all off his face.

The bug screeched and fell back from Sam's assault, quickly, scurrying away and vaulting onto the roof of a building.

So did the one Cybil was fighting. This did not mean they could let their guard down.

Tim nodded briskly and stepped forward, raching into his belt. "Yeah, I do. Hold still, okay?" He pulled out the base that they used to counteract the Joker's acid. "This--I'm sorry, it's not going to feel great, but it will help."

Without any further warning, he sprayed the solution over the acid covering Kon. There. That should help to neutralize it.

"AAUGH! THAT HURTS WORSE! THAT HURTS WORSE!"

Tim sighed and waited for Kon to stop yelling. "I did tell you it wasn't going to be fun. You're welcome, by the way."

"Get moving!" Cybil shouted at the two of them.

Goddamn kids!

That's when one of the creatures launched itself out of a narrow window, smacked Kon out of the way, grabbed Robin and dragged him back through.

Tim's eyes went wide as one of the bug things grabbed him and jerked him away from the rest of the group. "Yaaah!!" he yelled.

"Tim!"

Kon got up and smashed his way through the building, but he could barely see, and they moved so fast, that by the time he got in, that thing had already zipped out with him. Smashing upwards through the roof and looking around, trying so hard to make out something, anything, with his blurred vision, he shouted:

"TIM!"

"I said GET YOUR ASS MOVING!" Cybil shouted to Kon, as she started to move. "Everyone fall back, start moving--the Vatican's right up the street!"

That's when they swarmed in, coming up the alleys, crawling up walls, reaching out from the windows of buildings, trying to snag people.

"Oh that's not good. That's not good at all. Guys! Cover your ears, quick!" Danny shouted, before taking a deep breath and letting out an earsplitting, unearthly scream, unleashing a powerful shockwave along with it.

Connor and Murphy, who had just been dropping guns as the clips ran out and pulling out the next pair, clapped their hands over their ears. Unfortunately, that left them rather vulnerable- Connor especially, as he had situated himself between Murphy and the attackers, trying to protect his brother.

Sam had just barely covered his ears when a deafening wail erupted from half-pint's mouth but it did little good. Not only did his hands do little to diminish the high-pitched screeching in his head, but the force of the shock wave picked Sam up, lifting him off his feet, and slammed him up against a nearby building.

He was out cold.

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