Walked Right Into It (open)

"Just someone who doesn't like seeing an unfair fight, though perhaps I should have sided with the thugs." Lincoln said approaching the man stupid enough to threaten him. Electricity would be a new injury but he highly doubted it would take too long for it too heal.

"Though you may call me Governor." Lincoln added offering his right hand to the man.

Prime walked up quietly, behind Overload who was arguing with this new guy. He seemed young enough, but he also had an odd feeling... like he was an old soul. Prime just stood back away from the argument... Not really caring about any of what was being said.

Although Prime was interested in this new man... The Governor? sounded like a bad guy... but then again this guys attitude wasn't... evil. Prime used his control over metal to make The Governors gun float over to Prime's hand. He looked at the gun, over and over again. a six shooter, revolver. Nice weapon. Although it' made out of metal so he can control it. He opened the cylinder and noticed one bullet missing, the bullet that went into the head of the thug lying on the ground next to the Governor. He smirked walked over to him and personally handed him the gun back.

"Nice gun pal. Glad to meet you..."

"Maybe you shouldn't be so quick to trust people, hero-boy." Overload said under his breath. "Governor, huh? You dress more like a cowboy. Maybe that's what I'll call you..." Overload smiled. "No. You'd get a kick out of that."

Overload began juggling energy in his hand, looking at the man. Overload had a distaste for him already. He acted so calm and cool, like he had nothing to worry about. This man was obviously some wanna-be-hero. Stepping up into Overload's face was a deathwish, and if it weren't for the fact that Prime was right there, Overload would have blown him apart right there. It would be easy enough to fry his gun, make it too hot for him to hold. Then he'd be easy pickings.

Overload smiled again

"Nice to meet you, Jackass."

"You know I had an ass once noble hardworking creatures, I really do appreciate the compliment." Lincoln had been alive far, far, too long and been called far too many names in quite a few languages to even be slightly insulted by the slander. Of course that also meant their wasn't a hint of hostility or disdain in his voice or demeanor as he said this.

Now turning to face the magneto who had taken his gun. Honestly Lincoln had carried that gun for a long time and he knew it was gone even before it left his holster though reacting would stir up far too much trouble so he let it go as he grabbed it from the man flashing a smile or rather small grin and a nod of the head before re-holstering it.

"A useful tool indeed, but what kind of man would I be if I couldn't fix something without it, far too many people get overzealous as soon as they see one in their hands. As for our meeting it is likewise a pleasure." A rather simple reply for a simple gesture the men were measuring each other up now. A slight show of powers was normal and to be expected.

Yumo looked down and realized that the group pretty much totally blew him off. He rolled his eyes and launched himself off of the post and landed softly onto the ground standing himself next to the man he fought with. He then looked over and cocked his head a little.

"Hey What's your name?" He said as he looked at the tension that slowly built between the two men here.

Prime blinked once then closed his eyes and sighed heavily as Overload again argued with this new guy... So much for the gesture towards The Governor.

Prime then saw this new guy jumped from the light pole down to the rest of the group. Prime answered the kid first, "Names Prime, pal. What's your name? And... more importantly... how old are you?"

waiting for a reply Prime back off from the group once more, yet still in earshot of the conversation going on between everyone else.

"Yeah, kid," Overload said, not removing his gaze from Governor. "How old are you? Shouldn't you be building legos or something?"

Overload smiled at himself. The kid was strong, and teasing him seemed to be fun.

"And my name I'm afraid is something I can't disclose, although as I've told this young man here you may refer to me as Governor if you wish." Lincoln said this while pivoting slightly to face the kid and offering his hand to him as he had done to the man next to him moments ago.

Honestly he didn't dislike anyone here. Although he did favor this Prime above the rest. He had something that the other one didn't. Something that even after all his years he could only recognize in men and not name.

Yumo looked over at prime and smiled.

"High prime my names Blood Weaver."  He called happily then his face hardened as he looked at the guy next to him.

"How old are you, Shouldn't you be at home with a wife and kids not running the streets fighting weak humans." He said crossing his arms and turning from the other guy.

"But just for reference i'm seventeen."  He said as he began to look at the building.

It was old and horribly broken...perfect place to fight for a bit.

He then turned again as the guy closed in on him and introduced himself. He shook the man's hand and looked at him blankly.
"Ok imma call you G because that's to much to say."

"Perfectly fair my new friend." This kids attitude was definitely refreshing he really didn't like measuring contest they were far too petty.

"And now gentleman that we've cleared up the introductions for the most part. May I ask how this fight came about and why?" Honestly he was curious. He had just killed quite a few men and did believe he was entitled to a reason as to why.

Well... You should talk to Overload... but.. he was wanting some revenge, so one thing led to another and a full scale battle broke out... but that's not the point."

Prime nodded a couple time, taking in the insults that had just been exchanged. He smirked a bit as Overload, the one usually giving crap to the others, was getting crap in exchange... but I'm sure, very soon, he would come up with another snarky remark against the new people. Prime just rolled his eyes then shoved his hands in his pockets... time to stop the insults... this was getting old.

"Alright everyone! let's stop this nonsense... more than one thug got away.. and you get sure as hell bet that there will be more coming back... there is always more... Prime nodded to Overload," hopefully he'll get then hint that this was no time for jokes. "So.. we need  to follow the criminals that ran away... back to their hideout, and... no mercy, we end this gang once and for all... and on the way we can talk about whatever you guys want to talk about... later we can insult each other however much we want... I don't care. So, lets go."

"I might as well stick around for the whole rodeo, so where exactly is this hideout?" Again turning to face the would be peacekeeper.Lincoln was glad Prime stepped in and he could put the ruler away.

"Great, the original G is coming now." Overload said, turning his back away from him and looking at Blood Weaver. "Weaver, huh? Okay, Weaves, listen; I don't have a family. I did, now I don't. Watch what you say. Just because you can do your little trick with blood doesn't mean I'm scared of you, okay?" Overload looked a Prime and nodded. "Hero-boy. Do you have any leads towards the thugs? Any at all?"

Yumo looked at prime dismissing overloads last comment. He sat for a minute then sighed. He looked lazily as he began to grow bored. Nothing was happening and he personally hated a still moment so he began to walk slowly in the direction of the men that ran away.

"Just follow the scardey cats, after all the weak ones always run to the strong ones to protect them." He said as he walked.

"And the weak ones become a swarm making the strong one stronger, regardless lets go." If the leader of this gang had any brains then what just attacked them was only a fraction of their strength. And the other percentage were probably in there hideout right now waiting, this could get interesting to say the least.

Lincoln sat of in a steady pace, catching up to the kid with relative ease.

Prime smirked a little bit, then pointed over towards a thug sitting against a building. "He might be of some use... Anyone want to give it a shot?"

Prime then feels that he is wearing a metal necklace, he uses his power and then drags the thug over to the group by the neck. He then plops him down in the center of the group.