The Republic of Atria wrote:Wyatt
The Mad Lass, Sina As'tari!
Okay... maybe I'm supposed to take the biggest one, then? If size is the only thing differentiating them, that is... So I suppose I'll take one of those screens the size of a dinner plate at the bottom of the shelf, they're at least twice as bis as any of their competitors and-
Before she could pick out a tablet as her choice of phone, Bael came up to her, apparently irritated by her shouting across the whole shop, and picked out a phone for her. Apparently, it was the same model as the one he was using, so while Sina was not exactly satisfied with the Dra'Quinni making the decision in her place, at least she could be sure that what she will receive is going to be actually usable. One, two, Bael pays the dough, and soon enough, the two Dra'Quinni walked out of the shop and into the street, Sina now holding a shiny black smartphone in her hands.
"How... does this thing-" Sina muttered to herself as she shifted the phone in her hands to everywhich direction until she finally pressed on one of the buttons at the side and the screen lit up, cutting her short. From there, it was a little more simpler - after a little of hand pressing and swiping, the vigilante figured put how unlocking the screen works. "Honestly, this swiping is actually a little fun."
There was something she had to note of, though. "This thing looks really fragile, though. Don't think I could see it surviving a fifty feet fall. Bael, where do you keep it while in your... well, real form?"
Renata Martinez, the heroic Stella!
Renata's sobbing and heavy breathing began winding down as Icarus's reassuring words reached her ear. It's true, isn't it? As much as she disliked the prospect of having to rely on the help of others again instead of reassuring her independence from everyone else... she was now safe. The fight club ring, or the swordsman she almost died against, neither one of them could touch her while she was by Icarus's side.
She slowly pulled back from the blonde-haired vigilante, wiping away a few loose tears rolling across her cheeks, and formed a smile, responding to his offer of escorting her somewhere safe:
"Of course, Carito. If it's with you, I'm not afraid to go anywhere."
However, as Renata turned to the side, recollecting the memory of the bout from earlier, her face instantly soured. Taking a breath to calm herself down a little more, the heroine began to explain:
"You see, Icarus... my research during the last month or so had led me to the revelation that this district holds an illegal bloodsport fight club - underneath this building we're standing on, actually. For prizes and fame, superhumans down there engage in deathmatch tournaments... and I went down there and signed up for a match to assess the damage. Collect a dossier on the club and submit it to the authorities."
Renata's hands, holding onto the vigilante's back, clenched onto the black fabric in front of them.
"I though it's nothing risky, you know?.. I figured I could just have a few matches against some twerps and leave as if nothing happened. But... well... the first person I faced was..." This is where the heroine stopped for a few seconds - during the entire match, she was never given the swordsman's name. Even though she clearly recognized that face from before. Not from any previous meeting of theirs, God knows where the fight would have went if they had known each other before, but from the media. "...You know that live stream of a team of supers and dragons attacking a Warwolf base a few days ago? Where a few of my team members participated, too? And the person behind that stream, and later also Marionette's ally during that whole Hilton Tower debacle two days ago... well, that's who I met. And... he stomped me to the curb... but I was saved..."
This is where she stopped again. Should she mention Marina to him? When she knows so little about her?
Actually... knowing that her accent is clearly Hispanic, much like Renata's, and that Marina knows so much about her, even her real name... the pink-haired girl had a suspicion on what kind of person she was supposed to be. And frankly, the thought terrified her. But it would terrify Icarus even more than her, she was sure of it.
Because of what it would imply.
"...by nobody. I, um, managed to get out of there. And I'm not going down there again."