[center][h2][color=#1961d6]Spindle[/color][/h2][/center]
Lightning lit up the alley, and Lisa scanned it quickly before glancing down at the money in the plastic bag. Thunder followed the lightning as wire came out from behind her. The thin material quickly organized itself into a shape reminiscent of a comb. It floated up to her head, and began smoothing her hair, a task which did not consume Lisa’s attention. Her hair quickly became devoid of drywall, and it was again its smooth self. Unfortunately if it got much more moisture it would probably get frizzy, and that would be quite the sight.

Four hundred dollars, give or take, was the final amount Lisa found herself with. A smile spread across Lisa’s face, though her hands were still shaking. Movement was made deeper in the alley, not farther than a few steps in front of her. Before Lisa’s eyes were fully up, wire sprang from behind her back. The coils, separated into six sets, spreading out evenly behind Lisa; automatically they pointed towards the threat, swaying back and forth in unison. A woman, older than Lisa, and brimming with confidence stood before her.

It didn’t seem like she was a threat, she was just so. . . She wasn’t prepared to defend or attack, the woman was just present. Without direction the wires lowered slowly, stopping their hypnotic dance. The woman only gazed upon Lisa’s form for a second, before shifting her eyes to the sky. Her words cut clearly through the open space, through the wind and rain, but without need of raising her voice. She spoke of fear being an appropriate response, and Lisa nodded slowly in response; She was clearly entranced by the woman. 

She continued, and Spindle listened, though she cautiously urged her mask to reassemble above her face. Now the woman spoke of the advantages of being a villain, the exhilarating thrill it could provide. Again Spindle nodded, and was surprised when the woman offered a handshake. She blinked in surprise, glancing between the woman dressed in red, and her hand, before cautiously accepting it. She would never know why she did.

The woman spoke her name, and Spindle covered her mouth in shock. She suddenly remembered where she had seen that costume before, despite not making the connection herself. Adumbrate was more than a little famous, as mystery tended to excite the public. The exact details were a little fuzzy, though Spindle did remember her being some sort of precog; that made sense considering their current situation.

The woman turned, walking towards the end of the alley, and Lisa felt compelled to follow. She didn’t know what it was, she just couldn’t place her finger on it, but she trusted Adumbrate. The woman just didn't seem like she would try and harm Spindle. The wire that had been extending from her back folded back in on themselves, and once again hid behind her hair. She spoke softly, just loud enough for Adumbrate to hear her above the rain.

[b][color=#00f9ff]"Where are we heading?"[/color][/b]

Her voice sounded strained, clearly not as practiced as the words spoken earlier.