[right][h3]Wisp[/h3]Sheila Hopkins[/right]
[hr][sub][@Eklispe][/sub]

That did make sense. Gangs want as many capes as possible on their side. That was a given. With all likelihood, it came with some form of payment or other. However, there was no way Wisp wanted to cooperate with them. They’d stab her in the back, ruin her reputation and use her in despicable ways. She did NOT want the PRT and Protectorate to suddenly start using anti-Wisp goggles, something she feared was all too likely if she started being openly villainous.

However, another truth rang clear as well. If they didn’t get a positive answer, they’d be back. Some way or another, she had to ensure that they were left satisfied enough to be gone for at least long enough that she could relocate Viola. She’d have to somehow play this cleverly. Wisp took care not to breathe loudly, despite how agitated she was, and she advanced forward to stand behind them and flash them visions again, dodge should any of them make sudden moves.

[center][b]ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO USE A COMMON ANALOGY
FOR DEATH WHEN REFERRING TO ME?[/b][/center]

She gave the door giant black eyes, which opened and stared at them, while the flaming text showed up underneath them. She let that linger only precisely long enough for them to read it, before she blew it away, the eyes vanishing into thin air. She then wrote, with tiny letters in mid-air, in white little fire looking a lot less threatening.

[center][i]is that it? 
just a pretty please?
why exactly would I join with you lot?[/i][/center]

She assumed they had some form of offer. She intended on hearing it first.