Part 1: The Rain is Unhelpful

Quariciem Amias (translation: Fourteen Souls) wandered the streets of Central with his two robot companions, Spark and Fire. That is, AllSpark and NoFire. They were disguised, Spark and Fire were wearing cloaks and hoods like monks and Quariciem wearing a robe (he always wore long cloaks to hide his auto-mail arm) with his mouth and neck covered with a ragged, billowing scarf that floated due to his immense power. However, these suspicious discuses only worked so far. He looked over to a crowd of posters and saw a blurry picture of them on a wanted poster. "Argh. Alright guys, costume change." He said. Calling upon the power of Amalougous Prime, the trickster, he changed their disguise to a brown trench coat, a army green aviator's hat, and aviator's goggles for him and long, hooded jackets and sunglasses for the twins. "Really, Amalougous? Is that the best you could do?" Quariciem asked. 'Yes. It was.' Amalougous's voice whispered in his ear.

Of course, only Quariciem could hear it. Quariciem isn't called 'Fourteen Souls' for no reason, he has all thirteen of the original primes' souls and wields their powers. He is a great sword fighter, like Prima, not too shabby at a blaster, like Megatronus, good at the forge, like Solus, excellent at alchemy, like Alchemist, is smart and multilingual, like Alpha Trion, and fairly good at disguise and trickery, like Amalougous. Unfortunately, he takes the form of the prime he uses the power of. This can be suppressed, however, but this requires a lot of concentration and his form flickers occasionally.

The sky darkens and rain begins to pour. The three fugitives quickly become drenched. "Alchemist Prime's gloves." Quariciem commanded, and the metal gloves materialized on his hands. He then proceeded to transmute the water off of them. Suddenly, Central's Police has them surrounded.

"Your under arrest for fleeing from the Police!" The police chief shouted.

"What did we do in the first place?" Fire asked with his hood up and his head hung so they couldn't see his face.

"Other than being here," Spark added, in the same pose as Fire.

"We have evidence of you fleeing the scene right before a bomb went off! You were the ones!"

"Look, I saw the bomb, but disarming bombs isn't my specialty. I did what we do best: I ran." Quariciem said.

"Why didn't you warn anyone?!"

"I did. What do you do when a random guy followed by two really short monks run through a train screaming 'BOOOOOMMMMMB!'? You ignore them."

"They're lying! I can see it in his face!" One policeman yelled.

"Take off the hoods!"

"They should be thrown in jail!"

"They're obviously criminals!" Others yelled. The trio were quickly overrun by angry policemen. They tore off the twins' cloaks, swiftly disarmed Quariciem, and handcuffed all three. One, then quickly all if them, screamed at the sight of the twins. The crowd of policemen ran. The police chief stood, gaping. "No… that-that's not... that's not possible… I heard them talk… and whistle-y breathing—"

"That was me. The whistle-y breathing." Quariciem admitted.

"How! No human can breathe like that!" He turned and fled. "Muuuuussstaaaaang! Got some alchemists!"