[center][color=tomato][h3]Violet Riise
[sub]Flame Vixen[/sub][/h3]
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Having only her own two feet, it was viable to say that Violet had been late to the party. When she finally had reached the scene, she was puffing and sweating from the running, having to fold over and put her hands on her knees in an attempt to catch her breath.

The white haired woman stood straight, hissing at the sticky jacket that she threw off so it no longer burdened her flushed skin. [color=tomato]"Never... doing... that... shit... again!"[/color] She gasped, swiping the back of her hand across her forehead to whip away the sweat. Violet took a hairband off her wrist and pulled her long hair back into a pony, letting a piece hang out in front of her face. The cool breeze on her neck made her smile as she stretched out her arms.

[color=tomato]"Alright, that feels better. Now, where's the—"[/color] Her words were silenced as she looked around at the mess before her. No coordination. Broken stalls. People fighting each other, and to top it all off to giant food monsters and some fat asshole hiding in the wreckage. [color=tomato]"You've gotta be fucking kidding me."[/color] Violet pinched the bridge of her nose, already regretting joining this bullshit. Too late now...

She quickly assessed the situation. Some "harpies", a giant pig monster, tubby over there in the broken stall and a bunch of other supers. The biggest threat seemed obvious, until one harpy blasted her with— was that cheese?

Though Violet managed to jump out of the way, her skirt had been tinged by the cheese and it ate through the fabric, making a large tear in the already minimalistic bottoms and leaving one thigh almost completely naked.

But the more revealing of her skin wasn't what angered her. Rage seemed to cloud around her, thick and evilly dark as she balled up her fists. [color=tomato]"You... little [i]fucking[/i] cunt..."[/color]

Her head shot up, showing her eyeballs which had been replaced with little orbs of burning fire. [color=tomato]"DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THIS FUCKING COSTS?! THIS WAS MY FAVORITE SKIRT, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!! NOW YOU'RE DEAD, RRRRAHHH!!!"[/color] Fire, seemingly from no where, shot out at the harpy in a bombardment of pure anger, the poor thing falling to the ground in a mass of flame before attempting to run— or rather, fly— away from the madwoman. [color=tomato]"WHERES YOUR FUCKING CREATOR, IM GOING TO MAKE A TEAR IN HIM LIKE YOU DID TO THIS SKIRT!!!"[/color] Flames appeared around her as she charged off, searching furiously for whoever made that monstrosity.

She stopped short, her eyes— or, the flames that had replaced them— shot to the cowering man in the rubbish. Violet stomped over kicking away the wood only to lean menacingly over Potluck. [color=tomato]"Are [i]you[/i] the pig who made that thing?"[/color] While waiting for the answer, Violet visibly grit her teeth and cracked her knuckles, all ready to punch this guy's lights out.

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[center][color=Silver][h3]Maxwell Weiseman 
[sub]Phaser[/sub][/h3]
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Due to his 'phasing' ability, Max managed to be the first at the scene. His black, permanently sad-looking eyes widened at the pandemonium of food and fear. People were screaming and running away, but then there were those who couldn't run from the grotesque hot-cheese-breathing creature. Small children who had been misplaced in the panic and cut off from their parents, as well as older men and woman who simply couldn't run away fast enough.

[color=silver][i]Th-there's so many. How am I supposed to teleport back and forth fast enough without running out of energy?[/i][/color] Well, he could only try.

Though some of the heroes weren't exactly working well together, it was a good distraction for the food monsters as Maxwell popped in and out of existence, carrying away a couple of people each time to a safer area just a block away from the park. That's as far as he could get them each time without wasting his power too much, he had to conserve it for the next civilian.

But even then, his power couldn't keep up. After about 12 trips back and forth, Max's vision was blurring and his breathing had become increasingly heavy. He couldn't stay like this, so he fell down on one knee behind a sturdy trunk of a tree to take a quick rest.

A little girl, maybe about 4 or 5, dragged the high schooler out of his delirium with a terrified shriek. He took a peek out from behind the trunk to see her shaking as the half-burnt harpy readied to shoot a blast of scolding hot cheese at her. It seemed to be the same one Violet had attacked.

The shot of macaroni cheese was stopped short by a slightly blue-shaded shield, a plasma barricade projected by Maxwell. He had leaped in front of the girl to stop her from getting hurt. But he was too weak to keep it up, and the cheese broke through to severely sear his arm. [color=silver]"Ah!"[/color] He winced, but took the little girl's hand and teleported just a little away to hide.

In bad shape, Max slumped against the new tree they had hid behind, the little girl frightened as she tried to shake him. [color=pink]"Mr?! Mr, are you okay?!"[/color]
Max barely nodded, and forced a slight grin, not wanting to worry the child.
[color=silver]"G-...Go find, your parents... okay?"[/color]
The child looked unsure but nodded and darted away as fast as her little feet could carry her.

Exhausted and hurt, Max took another look at the scene in the park, and if he had the energy left to smile he would. All the civilians had cleared out and where safe, and that's all he wanted to have accomplished anyway...