Fate is Calling? [Attn: Nicole, open.]

[Bonnie Rockwaller]

It was almost twilight in Epcot City by now, and whilst there was still a decent amount of hustle and bustle around, it had died down considerably over the hours as people rushed to get home and such. The shops were seeing to the last of their customers and it was almost time for them to shut up for the night.

One of the people still around happened to be Bonnie Rockwaller, a high-school graduate who had recently moved to Epcot City after deciding she needed a break from her hometown of Middleton. Not that she minded the place too much, but she could not take many more weeks of being at home with her older sisters, particularly since her best friends had all left for college by this time. Whilst the former cheerleader had considered this option herself, she wanted some time to think first. After all, education had never been the top of her list, though she'd never had too many bad grades.

The shopping bags she carried swayed gently as she made her way out of yet another perfume-come-make-up store. Whilst she was nowhere near wealthy, Bonnie was fortunate enough that she had a caring mother at home, so caring that she'd handed over quite the sum of cash to her youngest daughter before she'd went away, and the brunette was wasting no time in spending some of it. Of course, she wasn't stupid, and knew fairly well that some of it was to put towards her rent and food...but the idea of having a shopping trip was too tempting, especially in some big city like this one. It had been a fairly pleasant day, so the brunette had decided upon a light blue tank top, with a darker blue skirt to match and sunglasses.

Whilst she was still fairly unfamiliar with Epcot, Bonnie had gained enough knowledge that she was aware what route to drive back to her apartment on the outskirts of the city. She was a couple of blocks from her white convertible when a hand roughly grabbed her left shoulder, soon followed by another one on her right arm. Unable to break free from the grasp, the brunette angrily turned her head, intending to give whoever it was a mouthful, when her gaze fell upon two heavy-built men, dressed in almost-identical black shirts and pants, with a matching eye-mask concealing some of their face.

Although her first emotion had been fear, the girl now wanted to laugh at their seemingly-ridiculous get-up. What was this, reality or some comic book? Her amusement soon faded as the men dragged her back into an alley between two of the buildings, shoving her against the wall with force. "Hey! What doing you think you're doing?" the brunette shouted, outraged, before a hand was quickly placed over her mouth by one of the men, whilst the other proceeded to take the bags from her.

"Just shut up." The man holding her growled. "If you behave, we might let you go... un-harmed."

The ferocity in his eyes made Bonnie certain that she wasn't going to get out of this without some physical force. Then she noticed the other thief rummaging through her purse, before taking out a small purple item, which Bonnie recognised as her wallet. Noticing that various pictures were beginning to fall out of the wallet, which still held a fair bit of cash, her eyes widened as a certain photo fell to the ground. Noticing them too, the man currently in possession of the wallet looked at them, before carelessly crushing the photos beneath his boots.

"Aw, these the family? Well, we can't have such evidence getting away, can we, Webster?" He mocked to the other man, before both of the thieves laughed.

Having had enough, the brunette took note of the men's distraction, and sent a sudden hard kick to the closest one's shin, before attempting to shove him into the other man. Whilst she succeeded in getting free, Bonnie didn't anticipate the man's weight and stumbled as she tried to make an escape. Before she even took more than two steps, arms grabbed her hair and clothing, making her cry out.

"Where do you think you're going?"

The un-named man threw her back against the wall, then both of them came towards her. Bonnie could only stand there in pain and put on her bravest face. No way was she going to show she was afraid to these two idiots, whatever happened.

"Ah...little brat got me right on the shin!"
"Oh, whatever. Let's just teach her a lesson so we can get out of here!"

[Savage]

Doctor Doppler had just spent a marvelous couple of hours in Epcot City's shopping district, namely a bookstore there. Those who recognized him from the media avoided him (which turned out to be quite a few people, and they told those who weren't aware of his identity), but he was used to it by then, and ignored the nervous stares and whispers aimed in his direction. At least he could read and browse the aisles in peace this way.

The store's prices were quite reasonable, and as a result, he carried a plastic bag filled with books in one hand. Now it was just a matter of returning to the Comet, which had been parked just a few blocks away. As he began the walk back, he allowed his thoughts to turn to the city he had called home for much of his life.

Delbert really did like Epcot City. He just hated the reprehensible individuals who seemed to have completely taken over it, especially certain areas. Though the riffraff wasn’t limited to Epcot's poorer sections – he had learned that evil could wear Armani and have millions of dollars to their names.

He shifted the bag from hand to hand. 'It's unfortunate super-strength doesn't transfer over to this form.' He thought to himself. Over the course of his walk, his bag was becoming surprisingly burdensome. Thankfully though, he soon arrived at the spot where he had parked the Comet. The vehicle could be driven by any one of the Dreamers, but he had borrowed it for the day. It was only slightly less ostentatious then the Star Wisher, but it was transportation.

As he fumbled around trying to get the keys out of his pants pocket so he could unlock the door, his bag suddenly split open, unable to bear the heavy weight in it any longer. Now his purchases were in a pile at his feet. With a sigh of exasperation, he bent down to pick his wares up when he noticed something from the corner of his eye.

Over in an nearby alleyway, two large men had cornered a young lady. Straightening himself, anger consumed the doctor as he stared at the scene, outrage on his face. That was precisely the sort of thing he was talking about. Two grown oafs bullying a lone girl who didn’t look much older then twenty. He didn't need to hear what they were saying to know that's what they were up to. He himself had wound up in similar situations at least twice before, and there was no mistaking the intimidating manner in which the men hovered over her. In spite of being backed into the wall, the brunette wore an expression of anger and defiance upon her face.

Determinedly, Delbert strode over to the scene, but not before removing his jacket and setting it on the hood of the Comet. When he was close enough to the crooks, he folded his arms and addressed them in the way that a teacher would speak to rowdy children. “If you gentlemen would kindly let go of the lady and leave, then I will let you go unharmed. No one needs to get hurt here.”

The thugs or their victim may not have noticed due to the tension in the air, but his voice was starting to take on a rougher, deeper edge, and his brown eyes had taken on a wild light. Naturally laidback, Delbert generally preferred to talk antagonists down if he could, but Savage was ready to… hmm, how would Duck Avenger phrase it? Oh yes, “throw down”.

[Dreamchild]

Alice Liddell had quickly finished her homework for the day as soon as she returned to her room. She was happy to have a private room in St. Blair Academy. She was originally to be coupled with a roommate, but the roommate dropped out, and she opted to trade with another student for a private room. She got her wish because she "studied better in a quiet environment." Of course, there was another reason: nobody could discover her costume.

The twilight shadows blanketed Epcot City's shopping district when Dreamchild was out in the open. She had been pointed at by denizens who recognized her, heard whispers in awe, and even got asked for an autograph by a little boy with his mother. She stopped for the autograph, but she pressed on otherwise. She was in the shopping district for reasons known only to her, but that wasn't important. She heard a shout, which sounded like someone in trouble. It was a good thing she happened here at this moment!

Dreamchild heard the voice coming from a nearby alleyway. She decided to, literally, drop in on the scene. So instead of entering through one end of the alley (by coincidence, Delbert was on the other side), the psychic looked up to the building on her right. It was three stories tall, but not quite large. It was an old apartment building, it looked like. Feeling confident, she bent her knees as if she was actually going to jump three stories. And, with the assistance of her psychic powers, she did. She couldn't fly like Sunshine, but she was content enough with levitation. Her boots landed on the rooftop, and she quickly ran to the edge, directly above her targets.

She looked down and saw the top of the heads of two boorish thieves, wearing black clothes and eye masks. And she also saw the victim: obviously female, judging from her voice and hair. Dreamchild narrowed her white eyes. She had to help!

Thankfully, she wasn't alone. She heard Dr. Delbert Doppler's voice, from where he entered the alleyway. She smiled for a second at the kindly doctor, but her smile faded. She knew what was going to happen. The thieves won't listen to him. They'll instigate him. And those two fools will be beat Savagely. Dreamchild was still uneasy with the doctor's alter ego, but she knew how to keep herself safe. Or, at least, she would find out if she could!

She took a few steps away from the heads down below, to give herself room. Ready for action, she jumped off the roof and gently slowed her fall, as if she had a parachute. In reality, it was a kind of anti-levitation that was difficult to explain in words. When her boots clicked on the alleyway floor, she placed her hands on her hips and gave a likewise authoritative expression. She exchanged glances between the thieves.

"He's right," she said with an eloquent English accent. "I implore you to do as he says." She flashed a quick nod to the doctor, though she had to shift her weight a little to look beyond the thieves. Then she looked to the teenager in peril. Quickly establishing a mental link, the Dream Come True spoke to the attractive teenager.

<<My name is Dreamchild, and that man is Dr. Doppler. Please remain calm, and we'll help you.>> Her mental voice was exactly the same, save for an echo.

[Bonnie Rockwaller]

Though she did feel more intimidated with each step the two creeps took closer to her, Bonnie wasn’t going to be provoked into cowering down - especially not to a pair of thieves. One of the men slammed his hand into her shoulder, making the brunette grit her teeth from the pain in it brought. She barely had time to register it before she saw the other thief draw his fist back, preparing to slam it directly into her face. Closing her eyes, Bonnie expected the worst.

“If you gentlemen would kindly let go of the lady and leave, then I will let you go unharmed. No one needs to get hurt here.”

A male voice suddenly called out, making the cheerleader jump slightly. Daring to open her eyes, she relaxed slightly in seeing that the men were now focused on...on whoever had called out. Turning her head, Bonnie could just make out a figure over the closer man's beefy arm that was holding her. Unfortunately, her relief was short-lived as the thieves broke out into laughter.

"Who does this weakling think he is?" The un-named thug laughed. "You think a threat like that can scare us? Webster, go and teach this guy a lesson - I'll take care of Little Miss Feisty here." He continued, turning back to face the brunette with a sinister grin, tightening his grip on her already throbbing shoulder. Up until now, Bonnie had tried to be defiant - now she found herself shrinking under his gaze. Perhaps she wouldn't get out of this at all.

The thug named Webster strode up to the man, cracking his knuckles, his face grim. He was going to look forward to pummeling this intruder - who did he think he was anyway, muscling in on their business? He felt a urge to snort at the man's supposed 'glowing' eyes - another lame attempt at scaring them off, with contacts this time. Webster had to admit, this guy wasn't gonna give up without a good punch.

"He's right - I implore you to do as he says."

However, another intrusion, complete with what sounded like a British accent, stopped all three of them again. At the new voice, Bonnie's eyes widened - whoever it was sounded younger than her! What could a child possibly do to help her?

Growling, Webster turned to look at the girl, having been unaware of her previous jump from the rooftop; he was so angered, he didn't even care how she had suddenly appeared there, either. "Beat it, kid. This don't concern you. And what's with the stupid costume? Got lost on your way to the circus?"

[/b] Snickering, and clearly under-estimating the blonde as a threat, he turned back to his main target.

"No!" Bonnie called out as she struggled in the man's tight grasp. She was about to protest more to the thugs hurting anyone but her, when a voice sounded inside her head. At first, the brunette thought that this weird turn of events was having some sort of effect on her - or that she was possibly dreaming all of this - when she realised that the voice sounded exactly like the girl's, just sort of...she couldn't think of the word. Having finally managed to struggle enough so she could make out the girl, Bonnie barely took any of her words in, too focused what she could see of the blue and white costume the blonde wore.

Maybe this was a dream after all - a very comic book oriented one, but a dream. 'I-I don't even read comic books!' The brunette thought. 'I always thought they were for losers...like Stoppable, of all people.'

Whatever she thought, she knew she couldn't allow anyone to suffer because of her, particularly the kid, no matter how weird a fashion sense she had. "Hey, you two brainless losers - I'm the one you want, leave whoever else is here out of this!" She shouted out, before the thug holding her shoulder gave her a rough shake, making her cry out.

"You wanna shut up?"[/b] He said, before looking to Webster and growling, "Hurry up, idiot! Let's get this done and go!" Gripping Bonnie tighter, he suddenly lashed out, hitting her hard on the arm and sending her flying to the ground.

Like his comrade, he had also made the grave mistake of ignoring how big of a threat the two strangers would turn out to be.[/blockquote]

[Savage]

Delbert didn't find himself a bit surprised by the response he received when he issued his declaration to the criminals. It was a highly predictable routine by this point: people would assume that just because he wore glasses and wasn't built like an athlete that he wasn't a threat. There was an old expression about judging books by their covers... He supposed that being underestimated did help him in getting the drop on foes.

One of the crooks -- Delbert had heard him called Webster -- swaggered up to him, cracking his knuckles. Delbert didn't move, but kept his arms crossed over his chest as he met the man's hard gaze. He gave a start of surprise when he saw Dreamchild suddenly land in the alleyway by way of her telekinetic powers, but flashed her a quick smile in greeting. Had she been out here shopping as well, he wondered? Savage probably wouldn't mind her presence as long as she kept out of his way.

That was when things started flying by in a blur. The brunette tried to get the men's attention back oh her with an insult, obviously not wanting him or Dreamchild to get involved and be hurt as a result. Delbert wanted to tell her that while that was a very noble gesture, there was no need to worry about either of them. But then the thug who seemed to be in charge shook her roughly and then struck her, shouting for his friend to hurry up.

That was a big mistake. Tired of standing around, Delbert advanced on Webster, intending to knock him aside. He hadn't completely transformed just yet, but to anyone who was paying close attention, his teeth were suddenly looking sharper, like those of some large carnivore. "You've been warned." The super roughly growled.

[Dreamchild]

Dreamchild didn't have a physical transformation like Savage, but when the victim cried out after being roughly shook and struck, the Dream Come True was more ready than ever to stop the crooks. She knew better than to get in Savage's way, so she would watch herself. Of course, it helped to have someone like him on her side... At least, she hoped he was mostly on her side!

"You don't know who we are?" she asked condescendingly. She levitated a few feet off of the ground and smiled proudly. "Have you never heard of the Dream League? Well..." She quickly established a mental connection between herself, Webster, and his similarly amoral partner. She intended to speak to them through their minds, to give them a spook. <<We're going to intervene now.>>

Dr. Delbert had spoken just before her, and from the sound of his voice, his transformation was already in progress. Excellent; subduing these buffoons shouldn't be too bothersome, hopefully.

Without wasting a moment, Dreamchild (still in the air) brought up her right hand and cupped it, as if she took hold of something. In a swift movement, she swiped her hand from right to left. It looked like she was trying to pull an invisible leg, but this was half-true; using telekineses, she had taken a hold of the nameless thug's left shin and, with her movement, tried to give him a good, swift tug. No, it wouldn't be too painful, but it would hopefully catch him off guard, and maybe even get him on the ground. Dreamchild was already planning her next attack...

[Bonnie Rockwaller]

Whilst she had been expecting to be harmed sooner or later, the resulting blow caught the brunette off guard and she could only lay where she fell, completely stunned. After a few moments, Bonnie realised that she should at least try to evade the thug as best she could and avoid what she guessed would be even more nasty attacks. Groaning, she managed to sit up and cradle her throbbing arm. It hadn’t occurred to her at all that she could've put some of her ballet and cheerleading training to use to try and outwit the two brutes - although, she’d never got into a situation like this before.

The two thugs, clearly thinking they had the upper hand, kept themselves focused on their respective targets - the tall, mysterious man and Bonnie. Webster, who now saw the man heading towards him, smirked - now this would be even easier, if the weakling was stupid enough to try and confront him. However, as he came closer, the thug noticed that something was even more off about him - those glowing eyes remained, but his teeth were... sharper?! Although his defensive stance remained, it was clear that Webster was confused, if not frightened by the man’s sudden change.

The blonde girl then spoke up, and, whilst the two men were no geniuses, they heard the degrading tone in her voice as well as something called The Dream League, though whatever that was, they didn't care. The nameless brute turned to face her, deciding that this brat needed more than just a warning now. But her question was soon followed by a strange sensation clouding their minds, from which her voice could be heard again, but in echo. Both Webster and the other man shook their heads, trying to shake off the voice and the odd feeling.

Webster, being so short-tempered, found that the fear he had from the situation soon turned to blind anger. He wasn’t going to shown up by this guy or the kid, whatever else they did. Letting out a brief yell, he charged forward, throwing out one his beefy hands in a haymaker at the transforming man. Clearly, his rage over wanting to be superior had blocked out any common sense he might’ve had left.

Meanwhile, the other man had shaken off the girl’s mental voice too. Whilst he was un-nerved, he, like Webster, became even more angered by the duo’s intrusion. He was about to charge forward head-first, when he felt something pulling on his left leg. Looking up, he had just about enough time to see the blonde’s last movement before his face connected with the ground. Grunting, out of rage more than anything, he attempted to stand upright. If there was one thing he didn’t like, it was things he didn’t understand [which was quite a lot, secretly], and this kid was one of those things, which only made his fury towards her increase.

Bonnie, meanwhile, had all but forgotten about her arm as she saw what the girl had managed to do. Her teal eyes were wide in awe, and she could only sit there, once again stunned, but for a better reason this time.

[Savage]

As he watched his enemy, a very un-Delbert like grin spread across the doctor's muzzle, one that could appropriately be called wolfish. Webster seemed a little thrown off by everything that was happening. Not that Delbert could blame him -- after all, by this point, with the change coming on faster and faster, he looked less like a bookworm and more like a beast that had stepped straight out of a horror movie, with his clothing hanging off his rapidly expanding frame in ribbons.

As Webster recovered and charged towards him, Delbert (or rather, Savage) reacted quickly, reaching a hand out to catch the man's fist before it could connect. Thanks to his increased height, now he could look down at the stocky crook. He started squeezing -- he didn't apply too much pressure, as with Savage's strength that might have actually pulverized Webster's hand -- but it still certainly would've hurt a great deal.

OOC: Is that too god-moddy? Just let me know if it is and I'll fix it. Oh, Hannah, check your Cinderella account when you get a chance to as well.

[Dreamchild]

As Webster's partner tumbled because of Dreamchild's successful attack, the girl heard Webster himself cry like an mad animal. Incredible! These two men just couldn't give up. Actually, that wasn't what caught Dreamchild's attention the most: it's that they were so angry and animal-like. Webster's cry was the cry of a sad, angry, little wretch, who resorted to physical violence, even to women. The brute!

Oh, well. Webster was being handled by Savage, who was never as 'kind' as Dreamchild, so he would get his due. Dreamchild was more than content to handle crook number two. He struggled to get up, and Dreamchild deliberately mocked him, intending to push his buttons. "Having a little trouble getting up? Here, let me help you!"

Her telekinetic powers took a hold of the man and lifted him in the air very quickly. He would shoot about five surprising, sudden feet off the ground. Dreamchild wouldn't aid him in his landing.

<<I'm so sorry they hurt you, miss,>> Dreamchild mentally spoke to Bonnie as she did battle. <<After these men are arrested, we can help you to a hospital. We shouldn't take much longer.>>

Her voice and mannerism were like a Victorian lady's.

[Bonnie Rockwaller]

Assuming he would have the upper hand in this battle even through his rage, Webster didn’t even bother to continue looking at the ever-transforming man that was now his target. It was only when he felt something connect with (or rather, grab) his extended fist did he glance up. At first, his expression was filled with rage at his hit being blocked.

“Hey! How did y-”

Webster’s words were cut off as he now saw what had become of the once (in his opinion) weedy-looking man. He was much taller, so much so that the thief had to crane his neck to meet his gaze and then wished he hadn’t. The guy was like nothing he’d ever seen - he…he was like some sort of monster or something! However, Webster’s increasing fear was cut off when he felt exploding pain in his hand, the one that was pointed at - well, at the thing. Whilst the thief wanted nothing more than to gravely injure the freak, it was all he could do not to let out a roaring scream, instead squeezing his eyes shut tight, eventually managing to croak out, “Let me go…y-you monster…ahh jeez, my hand…”

[/b] He then proceeded to weakly call out to his partner, before attempting to free himself using his other fist as a punch this time, planning to loosen Savage‘s grip.

Said partner was having a busy time trying to figure out the best way to take out the little blonde girl in front of him and failed to register Webster’s cries. He growled, annoyed at the child’s previous attack and now sarcastic tone, before the ground once disappeared from under him and he found himself tossed up into the air. The thief's beefy arms and legs thrashed uselessly around and he barely realised that he was now falling before the alley walls went rushing past him and his body connected hard with the floor, a sickening cracking sound emitting from his arm, which had taken most of his weight. The thug groaned, winded from the attack, feeling his body and especially his left arm, aching.

It was clear the once-arrogant thugs were no match for their adversaries.

As the attack on Webster’s partner was taking place, the girl had reached out to Bonnie, once more speaking to her - not with words, but with that…again, the brunette couldn’t begin to describe what she felt. It was like reading someone’s thoughts, or better yet, having a conversation inside her mind. She clutched at her head, closing her eyes, wondering just how that was happening.

‘Maybe it isn’t…I guess this day is making me feel weird after all. It’s almost like a dream.” She then wondered if the girl could hear what she’d just thought… ‘Don’t be stupid! You’re getting way too into this now.’

Bonnie looked to Dreamchild, finally addressing her. She began to ask questions, despite the fact the girl had other things to concentrate on right then. “It-it‘s alright…I mean, it‘s only my arm or whatever - but w-what is this? Who are you people?”[/color] Her voice was curious, but also filled with panic. Whilst Dreamchild and Savage might’ve been her saviours, that didn’t mean she was fully willing to trust them right there and then. She was glad to be away from the thugs, yeah, but the man (who’s view was still mostly blocked by Webster) and girl were the last people she’d expect a rescue from…and, the latter’s power were, well, something else.[/blockquote]