Spectrum disentangled herself from Dragon and practically tackled Alex, her skin a marbled mess of blue and red. "You disappeared and I was so worried and I needed to talk to you and you weren't there and..." She rambled on, holding tightly onto her friend as if letting go would let her disappear again. 

It fell to Dragon to make the introductions, then. He walked over to Xoxi, only a stray glance towards the window hinting at the worry and fear beneath his calm exterior. Holding out a hand, he paused slightly when he noticed her disability. "Hi, I'm Dragon Heart. The glowing woman is Spectrum, my girlfriend, and the little girl with the creepy cat is Charlotte, our..." He looked back at her, mouthing the word "sidekick", then "ward". The third word he thought of didn't make it to his lips. "Our charge."

A flaming pillar appeared in the sky for the second time today, and it took visible effort for Dragon not to investigate it. "Where'd Alex find you?" He asked Xoxi, offering, "Coffee, hot chocolate, tea?" Spectrum, at the sound of hot chocolate, let go of Alex. Mostly. She still had an arm around the other woman's shoulder, and she waved over Charlotte for a proper introduction.

"I told you about the whole thing with Blacklight, didn't I?" She asked, putting a hand on Charlotte's shoulder. "Well, this is Charlotte. She makes things move." Lowering her voice and leaning a little closer, Spectrum added, "That freaky cat over there is hers. It talks like an Alice in Wonderland book."

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Dian hissed in pain as the thinly stretched skin on her claws met the Vice Claw. She pulled back, retracting them until she could suck on them like any other child with a burn. "That hurt, asshole!" She shouted. Her other hand split down the middle, pinning down Magus and sweeping him to the side. When he was against what remained of her palm, it took hardly any concentration to shut off his eyes while she concentrated on the teen with the flaming arm.

Mimic gasped somewhere off to the side. "Ooh. That's pretty." With almost oblivious unconcern, she walked right up to Vice, putting more hip movement into walking that was strictly necessary. "I don't think you're on the list either, and that's really, really, cool." She drawled the last words until they were practically dropping with arousal. "Dian, you can have Gandalf."

Her exposed skin began to darken, reaching a blue-black shade of frostbite as she leaned close to Vice. "I want this one." Mimic ran her fingers along the boy's jawline, the slight difference in their heights making it easy for her to draw his eyes down to her chest. "Yes, you. I want you and your beautiful arm." Her face grimaced with pain as she touched Vice's shoulder, the flames of the claw licking her hand. 

"You're disgusting," Dian protested, sounding for all the world like a child who'd seen her sister making out. Retracting her fingers until they were scalpel small and scalpel sharp, she reverted to her normal schoolgirl appearance. "Hey, Mister," she said, walking towards the blinded Magus, "do you wanna play with me? I like playing Doctor. You be the patient!" She grabbed his hand in one of hers, cutting the skin shallowly in four neat lines. "Want anaesthetic?"