[right][h3]Wisp[/h3]Sheila Hopkins

[i]New Home[/i][/right][hr]

They found a new place. It was a house that Wisp was pretty sure was inhabited, yet there was no sign of the inhabitants. It was further out from the city, in a calmer section squeezed together with other buildings, a fairly long walk from the city center. The contents were couches, beds, an old TV, a refrigerator… Someone clearly had lived here, yet the dust told of a place that had been abandoned. Had someone died? Would someone one day return? Perhaps. They’d surely need to get a new place pretty soon, if for no other reason than that there were no active alarms on the place. But, this would do for now, since it had electricity. They took a few trips back and forth under Wisp’s shroud to get some of Speedrunner’s “necessities”.

[color=97d5e6]‘Don’t take off your cape-outfit for at least a week, just in case they return. Only exception is washing it.’[/color] Sheila told her sister, breathing out as she could finally relax in a dust-filled couch. Both were in their cape-outfits, meaning Sheila was in white body-pants with no shoes and only thick socks, tight white jumper with a hood as well as red laser-goggles. Viola wore a purple full-body tight cycling suit with white details, as well as purple laser goggles and a purple cycling-helmet on her short blonde hair, going with her purple Speedrunner theme. It was really late now, the night approaching.

[color=938fbf]‘Right, right.’[/color] Viola responded, also sitting down, tired from having been moving all of a sudden. Then, she finally found the time to ask. [color=938fbf]‘Who were they?’[/color] Viola asked, looking intently at her sister through the laser-goggles. Sheila took a moment, hesitating due wanting to shield Viola from that information, but ultimately reasoned they were in this together.

[color=97d5e6]‘The Rockers.’[/color] Sheila told in a quiet tone. [color=97d5e6]‘They were there to recruit me. They showed no signs of knowing about you.’[/color]

[color=938fbf]‘Hah. Of all people to find us… Think Shatterpoint can see you?’[/color] Viola, who was more active on PHO than Sheila, immediately asked.

[color=97d5e6]‘Maybe. Regardless, we need to be more careful leaving the building from now on.’[/color] Sheila stated.

[color=938fbf]‘So, what did you tell them? Did you threaten them off?’[/color] Viola asked, envisioning her sister’s less than positive answer…

[color=97d5e6]‘… I told them I’d consider it and contact them later, and that they were to leave immediately. I needed them to think they were successful to avoid ending in a confrontation right outside our home.’[/color] Sheila explained, but this was a tough situation. [color=97d5e6]‘I need to find out how they found us. I’ll meet with them, see if I can find out.’[/color]

[color=938fbf]‘Heh. Okay. What will you tell them when they ask you to join them?’[/color] Viola asked, testing out her sister’s plan. Sheila was silent, considering.

[color=97d5e6]‘… I might play along, to keep them off our backs. I could find a good time to betray them, perhaps call in the Protectorate. As long as the jobs aren’t openly villainous and I make them not announce my participation, it could gain some benefits. I’ll give them a set of terms.’[/color] Sheila sighed.

Viola recoiled a bit from her words, staring at her sister in alarm. [color=938fbf]‘He-hey, sis. That’s dangerous. Cooperating with villains, even with that purpose in mind…’[/color] Sheila looked at her, sensing her sister’s fears…

[color=97d5e6]‘Don’t worry. In the worst case scenario, I’ll simply kill them. I’m a Stranger with a knife. I can do that.’[/color] She felt a bit numb saying so, but… she could, and they were being cornered, so it felt reasonable. However, this statement just appeared to cause Viola to be even more frightened. Sheila, growing tired of this conversation as she saw it wasn’t going well, stood up to leave.

[color=97d5e6]‘I’m going. I need to find their headquarters. Do not leave until I come back. Flee if you’re tracked down. Whatever you do, do not call the Protectorate. I’ll do that myself when the time is right. That’s all.’[/color] So Sheila said, before her shroud of light promptly cloaked her, removing her from sight as she moved out.

Viola was left on her own, sitting with what Sheila had just said on her mind. Sure, what Sheila had in mind had its advantages, but it meant becoming a real villain. If she did jobs for the Rockers, she’d become a villain. If she decided to kill them, she’d become a villain. Regardless, this job would taint her, and that was even without the chance of failure and all its consequences taken into account.

[color=938fbf][i]… Sorry, sis, not going to let you get yourself into a situation you can no longer get yourself out of.[/i][/color]

Though, Viola wasn’t willing to move out herself. Too dangerous, and she wasn’t confident in her experience. However, her mind drifted to the one hero whose videos she’d watched in the past and secretly admired. G4M3R. He was a member of the Minutemen, as he told over the stream. They offered heroic services, asking for donations in order to remain functioning. While Sheila had detailed not to call the Protectorate… but that didn’t mean anything if she was calling the Minutemen, right~? Viola was somewhat desperate, so any loopholes she could find were alright in her book…!

[i]Viola will call the Minutemen number at an unspecified late time an unspecified day. Late because it happened to be this late when Viola learned of Sheila’s plan. The reached Minuteman is free to simply answer when ready for it.[/i]



[hr][right][i]Streets of Denver[/i][/right]

It was early night, a girl wandering cloaked by her power in the dark streets. Wisp’s next job was clear. Find the Rockers. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be too hard. They’d got to have some kind of territory. If they did, Wisp had examined its location on her and Viola’s computer earlier before finally getting going. If they didn’t, she’d have looked for their most common appearances and seek there. They used pickaxes and this fairly recognizable theme, they shouldn’t be that hard to pinpoint places where they were common from the PHO. Any known locations, Wisp would seek out buildings where they’re known to stay, all while moving invisible in the street, dodging like dancing soundlessly from any passersby that came wandering in the night, searching Denver at a more laid-back hour…