There was a pause after the men delivered their [s]warning[/s]threat before Whizzle started to chuckle. [i]Out of all the lies[/i] he thought. "Say, there wasn't any amendment or changes to the self-defense magic law recently, was there?" Whizzle said as he stepped into the store and closed the door behind him. He looked at the grunts momentary confused look over his statement and action before they returned to their intimidating approach and laughed.

"What, you think you're hot enough to take down all of us without breaking that?" one of the grunts replied as he inch closer. "Did you hit your head somewhere? I repeat. Get. Lost."

"Ah, but there ARE schools of magic that can make your life really uncomfortable, you know," Whizzle calmly state. "Do you really want to risk me being a member of one of those school? Possibly one that makes medical practicioner froth on their mouth?"

That made the grunts pause on their track and stepped back, looking at each other warily. Their leader proved to be more hard to intimidate as he commented from his position, "And what you gonna do, wise ass? All we had to do is not touch you at all. How are you going to do your heroic deed then? You'd break the law yourself. Not use magic? It's three against one and we'd report that [i]you[/i] assaulted us first. Step away and we'll all be fine."

Whizzle gave them a toothy smile, "But you already touched my sister." Once again drawing confusion to their faces. "What are you talking about, dumbass? There's no way she's your sister!"

"Now, now, who would they believe more a practical twins or three drunks that said one of the twin is a shapeshifting guy?" Whizzle retorted. It was obvious that the grunts either thought he was mad or confused altogether until he showed what he meant.

Whizzle's smile was the only thing remained as his whole appearance started to shift. His hair grew longer and changed its color. His body shrunk and took more feminine features as his clothes also changed to match this now clearly female appearance. It didn't take much to realize that her appearance was an exact mirror to the girl that the fat man was pinning against the wall. Whizzle stood, back against the door, looking at the rest with what one can say as "definitely smug" look on her face.

Siia looked over in Whizzle's direction a bit confused by what he was doing. His action was enough to have the man who pinned her against the wall to release her and also allowed her to slip out from underneath him getting his dirty hand off her mouth. She somersaulted off to the side away from the group of individuals and dusted herself off. Though still a bit confused by what was going on, it was obvious that Whizzle came to her aid though the him being her sibling didn't sit well with her. 

"Should I intervene?" A voice within Siia's mind questioned which was obviously Stellvia who had awakened from all the commotion. Siia shook her mind telling her that there was no need for her to reveal herself. It was just three brutes who could easily be taken out with magic. Turning her eyes toward the person who called themselves her sister, "I have no idea who you are and I don't care, but I suppose we can at least work together to teach these lowlifes a lesson." She said with fire in her eyes as she moved into a fighting stance awaiting for one of the idiots to charge her. At her side she rested her palm which glowed brightly and gathered energy causing a small distortion in the room.

"Aww. can't you play along a bit, [i]sis[/i]?" Whizzle whined, imitating the girl's voice as she heard it. Her eyes fell on the dumbfounded grunts. "At least I'm right that you didn't actually need any help."

Whizzle let out a giggle that seemed to snap them back, "GET THE FREAK!" Their fat leader yelled.

"Oops," Whizzle said as she ducked under a punch and moved away from the door. She raised an arm, "Well, don't want to much of a hassle so, watch the eyes....[b]Unveil the blanket of darkness....Flash[/b]."

the raised arm would then glow brightly and lit up the room, making it as if a small sun emerged in the store. If the small commotion from earlier didn't attract attention, the shop suddenly lit up momentarily would. 

"Ahahahaha, run, run away," Whizzle sung as she approached Siia while the grunts flailed with blind eyes.

Siia sighed as she ducked one of the goon's punches then grab his face and embraced her palm on it which blasted enery out of it, but she held back so she didn't blow his head off. The face of the individual was engulfed in the explosion of her Elan Palm attack and blasted backwards into a wall. She looked over to see that Whizzle had the other goons handled. She flicked her hair back and sighed in a convincing attitude that it was a complete wase of her time and she could have handled those goons easily.

Seeing that the goons ran off she peered over toward the person who helped her. She shook her head and didn't answer him. She knew who the person was, but she didn't need him knowing who she was. She could have used a stronger move, but that would have given away who she was and it was rather embarrassing to have to travel around and have people know that using magic turns you into a teenage girl since it makes her younger. She decided just to shake her head slowly and nod then proceeded to walk off without saying a word.

Whizzle gave her a small smile before going to the counter and prepared to take her fill. She only took a bread out before pausing and looked at Siia's leaving figure.

"You know, you felt sort of familiar," Whizzle said from behind the counter. "Have we met before?"

Still the girl did not answer as she picked up the bread she had ordered and left the store. She did wonder what actually happened to the real clerk then shook her head thinking it wasn't her problem. She would allow mortals to handle their own problems on their own and not get invovled. Besides she hated mortals and immortals both alike. As she walked away she noticed that Stellvia once again went silent. She questioned why she hated mortals so much? She didn't quite remember what they did to cause her to abhor them so much, but a strong feeling inside gave her that indication. Stellvia sighed deeply inside her voice when she heard her contemplating about mortals. She listened closely to Stellvia even though she didn't agree with her words. Mortals used the word arrogant to express how Stellvia was acting, but she didn't dare think that since she was an almighty powerful goddess who could probably destroy her if she wanted to.

When Stellvia finished speaking to Siia in her mind, Siia was a bit confused by Stellvia's words. She didn't quite know what she meant by "abominations" and the fact she called them "destroyers by nature". Was she just a vessel toward Stellvia or could she become her own person if she wanted to? When she thought about it Stellvia told her to stop dwelling on trivial things and focus on what needs to be done on hand. She shook her head in disbelief though she did acknowledge her and walked away without saying a word to the boy who she saw turn into a girl. She knew who it was, but the fact someone came to her own rescue confused her since it had never happened before. She didn't know what to think since she fought all her battles on her own or with her only sister Miia. Sure both had different colored hair in both mortal and immortal forms, but the blood they carried was the same.

"Eh, guess I'll just make sure my own later," Whizzle shrugged as Siia left. She would then helped herself into taking some of the baked goods for reading snacks later on. Before she left, Whizzle decided to play around with the unconscious man and fiddled with his memory, making him thought that his wound was the result of him smoking a firecracker. She'd probably has to find the escaped goons if she wanted to be thorough, but the resulting difference might be interesting to hear. With her 'prank' finished, Whizzle left the store with her good just as she started to hear signs of security. Well, look like she's keeping her current face, it'd be [i]her[/i] they'd look for as a result and not herself, meaning she'd have free time to look for a hotel to stay in.