Quinn was late. Again. Not that she minded. Not really. She was used to the glare of teachers and titters of students at her late arrivals, and they vice verses with her ever constant pattern of nonchalant lateness. Quinn didn't care about that stuff. In all honesty, there were only two subjects Quinn remotely cared about and never dared to miss:

Lunch and Art.

Currently, she was in the former. Quinn lounged in the back of the library, a popular eating area, to eat her light lunch of three sandwiches and a muffin.   Tall bookshelves loomed over, blocking Quinn from view from the main area. She was sure no one would come here. After all, the shelves themselves held the natural bane to all students--textbooks. It was the perfect hiding spot for a skipping student. Or in this case, a nervous fairy explaining the nature of superpowers.

Prytt hovered before Quinn, a packet of honey nestled between her paws. She carefully ate the golden syrup, flecks of it clinging to her cheek. [color=#B1FFF7]"I-I know this is all sudden,"[/color] Prytt said in her all too soft voice as she stared at Quinn apologetically, [color=#B1FFF7]"b-but being a hero is a big responsibility. You were chosen because something good was seen in you. Something...pure"[/color]

Quinn smiled crookedly, brushing away the residue from the Kwami's cheek.[color=#7CF5AA] "Yeah, I don't think 'pure' or 'heroic' is the best way to describe me. Have you seen my search history? But...thanks, I guess. Whatever the whole 'chosen' thing means."[/color] she leaned back, appetite for once lost. This whole superpower business was starting to make her head hurt. It all seemed so...surreal. Like something that happened in a movie, and not to someone like her. [color=#7CF5AA]"Right, so. Run by me again how this whole shebang works again?"[/color]

Prytt nodded, her eyes sparkling. [color=#B1FFF7]"O-of course! First, up you activate your ability by saying, 'Claws ready!'. Then you--"[/color]

Screams suddenly pierced the air, cutting off the rest of Prytt's words. The Kwami squeaked in fear and dove into the folds of Quinn's jacket, trembling fiercely. [color=#B1FFF7]"W-what was that?!"[/color] she whimpered.

Quinn crawled over to the front most shelf, removing some books to peek through. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched the scene unfold. Books flying off the shelves, students entombed in a mass of paper, people running for their lives. And, smack dab in the center, a cackling woman was surrounded by a group of people. No...not just people. Superheroes! Or costumed weirdos. Or maybe both? Either way, Quinn quickly made her decision.

Quinn stuffed the books back on the shelf. [color=#7CF5AA] "Sorry, but this looks like a hands-on experience sort of deal."[/color] She stood, a new sense of determination flooding through her. [color=#7CF5AA]"Alright, Prytt! [i]Claws Ready![/i][/color]"

A grin spread across her face as power surged through Quinn. It was new, wild, free. All her joy, all her passion, all her energy--everything felt like it was set on high. Her body felt lighter. Her senses felt sharper. Everything seemed so new. Looking down, it seems that her insides weren't the only things that had changed. Now she donned a new outfit, complete with a mask and everything. Quinn reached for her side, hesitating as she pulled out what looked like a metal frisbee. So this was what she was fighting with? It was definitely...interesting. She shrugged. Might as well learn how to use it soon.

Quinn rolled out of her hidey hole and towards the danger. Her previous hesitance was gone, replaced by a surge of emanating confidence. [color=#7CF5AA]"Hey, Lady!"[/color] she called, sliding in along with the other costumed folks. [color=#7CF5AA]"You've only got yourshelf to blame for this mess."[/color]