[rivergod808]

Imua has moved here with Dawson and Molly. If anyone cares to join in here in Cali, feel free to post.

Imua, Dawson and Molly walked into their new house that Dawson just drew up. It was a victorian style home to match the other houses in this district in L.A. The first thing he did after putting their stuff in their rooms was head to the computer room. He logged on the internet and youtubed "Govenor Triggs shooting man." The video came up and he watched it. After he logged off he turned to the two sitting in the parlor.
"Anyone hungry?" He asked.

[Darko]

Grayson Dorian

He stepped through Bryant's portal into the sunshine of California. He didn't know exactly where he was in Cali, he just knew that he needed a break from all the heroes business and relaxation time.

It feels good to be back. Gray thought as the portal closed behind him. He set out to find out what city he was in and a way to get to San Francisco.

[The_Heroic_Loser]

Nick called Imua's cellphone. He didn't pick up, so it went to voicemail.

Imua, it's Nick. I can't say too much, but we may need Dawson for a few minutes over here in the headquarters. Call back soon. This is really important.

[Phoenix__Saga]

Imua, I got your message, don't worry, we're working on it right now. Just sit tight. Celeste telepathically sent over to Imua.

[rivergod808]

Imua walked out of the Attorney's office. He made sure to keep pretty hush hush about certain details. But all in all he felt that it went pretty well.
"There's always the loops holes" he said as he headed back to the house.
Celeste, if you can hear this, there's a way to do this without Dawson, it's a long shot, but I think it might work.

[rivergod808]

Imua gets to the house and heads to the computer. He searches "Astral Projection" + "Control over thoughts." Immediately results came up. Imua began searching through the information. Finally he finds what he was looking for. He hit the print button and grabbed the paper and looked up more information.

[Darko]

Grayson Dorian

He had found means to get to where his Uncle lived. Silverlake, a suburb of Los Angeles. Close to dowtown LA, Santa Monica Boulevard, Beverly Hills, etc. He had been there a couple times before so the surroundings were familiar. He currently was on a street corner with a bistro entitled "Madame Matisse". He had eaten there before with his uncle on his first visit to Los Angeles. They served a good Eggs Benedict.

Okay, now if I'm not mistaken, I just go up this street and make a right and then follow that down until I see his house. Gray thought.

He began to walk and think about how he would explain how he got there to his uncle that he hadn't seen since he was 16. "Hey Tio, surprise!...no....Well, I've got powers!.....No....Hmmmm, Did my parents tell you I went into a coma....grrrr." He began to get flustered.

[rivergod808]

"Alright," Imua said to Dawson in the attic of the house. "You know what to do right?"
"Right" Dawson said
Imua turned to Molly
"And Molly, you know what you are going to do right?"
"Right!"
"Well, alright then. Let's get this ball rolling."
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Time Lapse

Imua walks into the LA Police station.
"Excuse me, but I'd like to turn myself in."
"Oh? On what charges?"
"Consipracy, Fraud and fleeing, sir."
"From what young man?"
"From Gov. Triggs. I was the one who made and sent out the tape."
"You mean the tape that got out online and turned out to be a fake?"
"Yes sir."
"Alright then. You are aware of what you're doing right?"
"Yes sir. I'm of sound mind."
"Okay. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you..."
The officer handcuffed Imua and placed him in the cell. He then called the Philadelphia police department.
"Yes, this is Officer Smith. A guy turned himself him saying that he was behind the Triggs tape and the conspiracy to bring down his corporation. You want us to send him?...Alright....alright...thank you."
He hung up the phone and started drawing up the paper work.

[rivergod808]

Imua
Interrogation room A
a few hours later

So, tell me again Mr. Kahumoku, why is it that you made the tape?
"I was mad. Angry at Triggs"
What did Govenor Triggs ever do to you to make you come up with such an elaborate scheme?
"I'm not at liberty to say, but there is a good reason."
Do you realize that you could go to Federal Prison for a stunt like this?
"Yes sir"
And you still confessed
"Yes"
Now...you mentioned something about evidence, where is it?
"In Philadelphia, the place where the video was shot."
Imua gives them the address.
You do know that we do not offer deals to people who turn themselves in
"I know, but after you see the evidence, you won't need a deal."
Is that so?
"Yes sir."
There was a knock on the door.
Sir, we're ready.
"Alright. Okay Mr. Kahumoku, we'll play along with your games. We're going to to see what this evidence is."
Imua just nodded.
They then boarded the plane to Philadelphia

[rivergod808]

Imua projected back to the California home Dawson drew. He looked around and noticed that it was cleaned up. There was a note on the table in the living room,
"Imua, re-drew the house so it's all tidy. -Dawson"
Imua smiled and looked around. This was a pretty nice house...considering that it was a replica of the Charmed Manor. He walked upstairs and jumped in the shower. After getting dressed he got into his car that was also drawn up by Dawson and drove to a taqueria and sat down.
"Listo?" The waitress asked, "Ready?"
Imua smiled. Must be their thing, he thought to himself.
"Si, quiero el pollo con arroz, y tortillas de harina por favor"
"claro, y algo para beber?"
"es de...horchata por favor"
"claro"
The waitress takes Imua's menu and walks towards the kitchen.
It's been a while since I've been to this kind of place. Imua thought as he poured some salt on the tortilla chips, then dipped the chips into the salsa.