Editing Satyrical (section)

===[[Gold Morning]]===
Infiltrated the [[Cauldron Compound]] to find out what had happened to the [[Doormaker]], ambushed [[Revel]] and [[Exalt]] to control the situation. Tried to side track the follow up team led by Weaver but was unable to.<ref name="29.3 e1">“Great,” I said. “Great. Now let’s drop the fucking act.”<br/><br/>“I gave you the answer you wanted,” Leonine said, smirking. “What the fuck?”<br/><br/>“Spur?” I said, “Raise your right hand?”<br/><br/>He did. There were bugs on the fingers.<br/><br/>“He was moving his hand. A one-handed sign language. I assume everyone on your team knows it.”<br/><br/>“I was thinking of Canary’s music,” Spur told me. He stepped forward, putting a hand on Canary’s shoulder as he did so. She turned, so they were both facing me. “Piano keys. Mnemonic tool. ''That'' is something our team uses.”<br/><br/>“You’re being a ''little'' crazy paranoid,” Imp said. “Just a little.”<br/><br/>“They’ve been playing us since the start,” I said. “The men were batting their eyelashes at you and Canary, probably the targets they thought they could work. Revel… I’d think she’s under some kind of compulsion.”<br/><br/>“A ''lot'' crazy,” Imp said. “Way crazy.”<br/><br/>“Maybe Tattletale can chime in,” I suggested. “Tattle?”<br/><br/>''“Mostly right. Exalt, Revel, Vantage, Leonine, Floret, all fakes.”''<br/><br/>“No shit,” Imp said. Her mouth dropped open. “No way.”<br/><br/>“Jig’s up,” I said. “We know.”<br/><br/>One by one, the Vegas capes changed. Flesh altered, and they assumed identical appearances.<br/><br/>Six copies of Satyrical. Leaving only Spur and Nix.<br/><br/>One of the Satyricals looked at the two who remained. “Take care of yourself. I’ll see you shortly.”<br/><br/>“I know,” Spur said.<br/><br/>Satyr looked at us, as if taking us all in. “And ''you'', I suppose, we’ll run into. Sooner or later.”<br/><br/>Then the Satyrs died. Flesh withered, and the Satyrs crumpled up. They made bloody messes as they hit the ground, like overripe tomatoes might, but with teeth and the occasional bit of withered organ.<br/><br/>Self duplication, and each duplicate had shapeshifting abilities. <br/><br/>I bent down and picked up the devices from the heads of Revel, Exalt and Vantage’s clones.  Earbuds, phones…<br/><br/>“Revel,” Cuff said, her voice small.<br/><br/>“Where are the real ones?” Golem asked.<br/><br/>“With the real Satyr,” I guessed.<br/><br/>“And how did he know the passwords?” Golem asked.<br/><br/>''“He guessed the cake thing through cold reading.  White with blue, like Weaver’s costume.  Made sense.  That Taylor didn’t eat much… well, look at her.  The rest… torture?  Coercion through other means?”'' - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/09/24/venom-29-3/ Excerpt] from [[Venom 29.3]]</ref>

Used his power to kill many of the Case 53s that made up the Irregulars, either by ganging up on them,<ref name="29.6 e1">We came face to face with the group that had been working their way through the steel. A mole-man, an ‘extreme deviation’ case that seemed to be made up of lasers, with her petrified body parts capping the ends.<br/><br/>And others, dead. Satyr’s clones littered the area, where they’d brutally fought and killed several of the digging capes. Where they’d died, they’d withered. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/10/01/venom-29-6/ Excerpt] from [[Venom 29.6]]</ref> or infiltrating them and using [[Floret]] to clean up any evidence.<ref>Blood, corpses. Three dead case fifty-threes. Two men and a woman. A cat-man with far too many teeth in his mouth, even covering the roof and the space beneath his long, narrow tongue, something that looked like keyboards on his forearms. A reptile, not so different from Newter, but with no mouth or nose. Only two overlarge eyes. The last was a girl, squares of flesh intersped[sic] with patches of cloth. Her mouth was only a tear in the cloth.<br/><br/>Their throats had been neatly slashed -the patchwork girl bled like anyone else might- and they’d been dragged into this room. It was clear from the way that the blood trail suddenly stopped that someone had cleaned up.<br/><br/>“Stragglers. The Irregulars were moving as a tight group, keeping close to one another, but Satyrical and his team blindsided the ones at the back. Killed them, dragged them off, then one of them cleaned up the evidence. Floret, probably.”<br/><br/>“And Satyr probably masqueraded as these three,” I said. “He’s in Weld’s group.”<br/><br/>[...]<br/><br/>I glanced into the room as we passed. Two more bodies. Two men, large, both bristling with horns. One with curling horns like a ram, the other with horns like a bull.<br/><br/>“Satyr,” Tattletale confirmed. “Again.” - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/09/26 Excerpt] from [[Venom 29.4]]</ref>

Would come face to face with [[Taylor]]'s strike team.<ref>[[Venom 29.6]]</ref> He tried to prevaricate and wasted time. Presumably trying to find a way to rescue [[Pretender]], and other members of the Cauldron staff, without their interference.

Later fell in with [[Teacher's Group]].