Diara
And here they'd been having such a nice conversation. She'd been about to ask the newcomer if he wanted to be a friend, but then he'd gone and gotten distracted by guns and bullets and other boring things. At least when she got distracted it was by important things, like fire and cupcakes and bugs and sparkly things and people walking by and music and television.
She was considering whether or not to be offended when the man walked up behind her. "I presume these are no friends of yours." Well, NOW they weren't. They could have been, maybe. She'd been about to say as much when he continued. "I should kill you. But, I will deal with you later."
Well, that was just rude. She turned to tell him so, then started. "Hey! You're that jerk who shot me! That was mean." And now he just showed up here, three blocks from her apartment, like he thought she wasn't going to recognize him? She was angry with him still, even though she was trying to be a good hero and forgive people, but it was kind of hard to forgive people who shot you.
She wondered if anyone ever actually did it, or if they just pretended. She liked pretending, but she wasn't very good at it. She kept forgetting who she was supposed to be. And setting things on fire.
Another man walked up - not one she knew. He hadn't shot her. And he didn't start with threatening to kill her either, so maybe he was a friend. "I think they're having a convention. Probably anime," she answered his question. "There was a some rain, and now all the guys in the silly outfits are holding lightning and the guy with the funny hat ate the storm and now it's gone but the ground's still wet, and there's that guy with the sword who totally shot me and I don't like him very much but I'm trying to be nice about it. I'm a hero but I'm not allowed to be one in Bludhaven, so I'm just watching until my sister gets here. Hey, I know you, you were on TV! You're Orange Water, that's, like, the coolest name ever. It doesn't make any sense and that's great! I'm Skyblaze except sometimes I'm Toasty Ghost but really only with Cody and when I feel like rhyming. You don't rhyme, but I forgive you. Anyway, please don't destroy Bludhaven, it makes my sister grumpy."
Myné
Gunfire overrode the near-silent sounds of a black sedan arriving on scene, and the driver stopped near enough to the action to make it known that this was involvement, and yet not so near as to threaten to run anyone over. The car idled a moment, then the door opened and a woman emerged. Black heels clicked on the pavement, and a black evening dress was hardly the sort of thing one wore into combat. Her hair was pinned up with spurs of ivory, and slivers of the same pierced the flesh of her right arm, joined by inky tattoos in a spiral helix, some sort of strange sigils. Her other arm was covered by a long glove, and she proceeded calmly, as if above all the violence erupting.
She paused, her eyes falling on the red-haired girl. They shared the same eyes, intense blue-violet. "So. You've managed to stay out of trouble." She took in the scene, recognizing most of the players. Certainly, Myné Anisele kept informed about doings in the greater world, even if she was content not being a power-player. This was different, though. This was Bludhaven.
Bludhaven was her haven. A nod, then a quiet: "So be it." Her hand slipped into a pouch, and removed a piece of yellow-tinted chalk, which she tossed idly to her sister. Diara caught it - she knew better than not to. She looked about to protest, for a moment, but a look from Myné quelled that before it started. The fire-girl swallowed her argument, then knelt and drew a small circle around herself. Whatever the chalk's composition was, it showed up bright against the wet pavement, unhindered by the lingering damp.
Myné knelt as well, white chalk in hand, inscribing her own circle beside it. Two tangent lines at her rear formed a wedge, impenetrable walls, and a quickly drawn chain linked the yellow circle to a miniature white one, also drawn tangent to Myné's own circle. As soon as it connected, the chain writhed and the yellow circle collapsed into a collar, binding. Myné left her at that, for now, and started drawing a complex line outside her circle - mostly straight, but with crosshatches and sigils that somehow managed to suggest an arrow without actually looking like one. She finished the sketch and raised her chalk, and it burst forward, targeting one of the servants.
In a fight among heroes, there would always be plenty wanting the glory of victory against a main opponent. Myné would act as support, and take down as many of the Bison's army as possible.
She was not about to let them run rampant in her city.
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