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Mastar stepped into the limelight, smiling at the crowds of people she could see in the room. Unfortunately, nobody really... knew of her antics aside from rumors and such, but that was about to change. She had her own booth set up for her fans to meet her at, though she wasn't really aware if she had any of those. Her first use of her confirmed name was on the new forum board that launched, and she was unaware if anyone actually liked her handiwork aside from that Haxstar guy and the few fans she signed things for so far. 

Still, it was good PR. Ryan had mentioned how she needed that if she was gonna get into the PRT as a cape someday, she needed a positive light in Denver's crime-fighting overlord's eyes. Obviously, the curved horns and the seductive facade was doing just [i]fantastic[/i] at that job. God, why did she have to go with the more imp-like facade? She could've gone with a more pure face and stuff, but she had to make sure her parents didn't catch on to her dee-

"Hello? Is this Mastar?" A voice caused Mastar to turn around and face a teenage boy, no more than 16 at best, and with a series of dreadlocks to accompany his features. Mastar's mask contorted into a smile as she sat in the air, tar rising up from underneath her as a way to support her body. [b][color=firebrick]"Ah, someone who has seen my work! To what do I owe the pleasure?"[/color][/b] 

The teenager awkwardly brought his bag around and showed it to the hero, handing her a marker in the process. "Could I get you to sign my bag?" He was rather awkward, but it still kept an odd charm. Nodding, Mastar stretched her arm to the pen and took it, writing "mASTAR" on the bag right on the front before flipping where she stood, now facing the boy in a laying position. "T-Thank you so much!"

[b][color=firebrick]"It's no problem, sweetie. Tell your friends that Mastar is slick!"[/color][/b] The teen began to walk away as another teen came up to the booth, a smug grin on his face. [color=seagreen]"Mastar is slick indeed."[/color] 

Mastar leapt back a bit in shock before she found her composure once again. [b][color=firebrick]"... Ryan, was it? Weren't you the guy I met in that alleyway after that one job?"[/color][/b] Her body language was slightly agitated, but her tone stayed the same as she addressed the lad. [b][color=firebrick]"What brings you here to the event, [i]Ryan?[/i]"[/color][/b] Mastar asked, putting extra emphasis on the name. She knew Ryan in real life, and he knew who Mastar really was, so him taunting her like this was rather annoying. 

[color=seagreen]"I came to see the heroes, meet a few, get autographs, that sort of thing. You know how it goes, right?"[/color] Ryan smugly grinned as he looked off towards the PRT Hero booths, namely eyeballing the Wards individual booths as he leaned against a nearby pillar. [color=seagreen]"Have you ever met the Wards, Mastar? Word is, you can get an autograph from 'em right now."[/color]

Mastar leaned towards the kid, looking him down with an inquisitive gaze. [color=firebrick][b]"Oh? I don't suppose I could join in that action and get an autograph from someone like Margrave, or someone like Messiah..."[/b][/color]

[color=seagreen]"You'll need something for them to autograph, though. Fortunately for you..."[/color] Ryan passed a licensed 'Denver Wards' poster to the hero, a note secured to it under the rubber band that kept it rolled up. [color=seagreen]"I figured you should be paid for your deeds to saving this town."[/color]

Ryan began to walk towards the booths as he waved goodbye to Mastar. [color=seagreen]"I'll bring something for you to autograph later. Good luck with the heroism!"[/color] Mastar smiled as she waved the kid on, pulling the note out of the poster with a spare tentacle and holding it up to her face. 

[color=seagreen]Don't worry about paying me back. Risking your life is enough. We'll think of a story for why you aren't home when we get back together after this.[/color]

With a nod, Mastar flipped the 'Currently Out' sign up in her booth as she walked through the crowds, heading towards the Wards booths with an intent to get a poster signed by [b]the[/b] Tiger Lily. That, and maybe Epsilon. Epsilon was pretty cool too.

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Despite recent events surrounding the Minutemen's misfortunes, they were still invited to the charity event hosted by the PRT. Kyoshi's father was originally heavily against Kyoshi being a hero, but there were reasons why Kyoshi was actually able to be here for G4M3R and the Minutemen. The first reason was that this was a PRT event, and Kyoshi's father was fine with it so long as his daughter didn't go and fight crime in the middle of the event. The second reason was that G4M3R had a conniption and spoke personally to Kyoshi's father, saying a myriad of things all leading up to how Kyoshi needed to serve the Minutemen, at least for a little longer. The final event was... well.

Kyoshi got a job offer for Nickelodeon. 

Mascots were a big thing, and when you managed to roll such a perfect set of powers to combine with your favorite show to the point where you actually begin to use it as your identity, the executives of the company of that show notice you. As such, Kyoshi was messaged on PHO and given an opportunity to work with them as a mascot, at least for a while. The idea hadn't crossed Kyoshi's mind, but it was great for her to have that opportunity.

She already discussed details with G4M3R about it, and she was there at the event as a sort of 'last mission' for her. She was gonna give the group the good PR they needed by showing up, then she was going to leave the group and go to Nickelodeon HQ for her new job. Her flight was this weekend, she was fully packed, and her dad actually supported her in this endeavor. All she had to do was this.

Kyoshi had been signing autographs all day so far, being happy to meet fans of all shapes and sizes, and it was great! She enjoyed being a face for heroism! Hopefully being here meant a lot for G4M3R, who was currently busty shilling out as hard as he could for the Minutemen. It was reasonable, considering a lot of the fallout of the group had happened recently. Artie left, that domino girl left, Rend was somewhere, she felt like she and Outsider were the last two real members of the group, since G4M3R never went out like this anymore. Not since his tech busted from that one cape. It was refreshing to see him out and about again, even if it was as sell-out as this. Heh.

In any case, she was happy to man the booth for the group as long as she needed in case G4M3R needed to go. This was her last time being a member of the Minutemen, after all, might as well end on a good note!

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Sparce walked into the villain meeting, his face obscured by the familiar moon mask he wore. He didn't understand at first why Lethal Force was invited to it, but he wasn't complaining. This was a way for the group to get into some form of know with the local villains of Denver, and what better way to do it than meeting them face to face on an even field. When the team got the invite, it had been agreed that Sparce would be the one to go at first for the group, even if he went solo. Standing up a bunch of criminals wasn't exactly the best idea.

Walking into the area, Sparce calmly waked over to the table reserved for his team and he sat down at it, staring at each villain as they came in and sat down as well. In his head, Farce was just going over the names of the heads of crime as they each showed up. She had a mental notebook where she kept track of everything going on. As for Sparce's actions, he just waited. His gun was holstered, should he need it, but he didn't expect any violence to occur when Purge was there. At least, not for a while anyway.

[i][color=00a99d]"... I've got a bad feeling."[/color][/i]

[i][color=fff200]"Same. All these criminals in one place? It's gonna get ugly.[/color][/i]

[i][color=00a99d]"At least Retcon's here. He may be willing to help us get out if we need to go."[/color][/i]