[right][h3]Creep[/h3]Sheila Hopkins

[i]Villain’s Meeting
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Replying to Jason[/i][/right][hr]

Sheila saw the one who had provided his funds to her vial approach her. No doubt coming to make some form of statement about his investment. Creep stayed motionless, letting him speak.

… No debt, he says, huh. While it could all be a game, that was a relief. He told to be smarter than Ceramix, which she really hoped she could be, and then offered his help, though currently Sheila had no idea if she actually could use his help for something. Possibly to get the Rockers to listen to her, but would it not wrong to have an enforcer from a rival team next to her while trying to convince them she was on their side? No, that wouldn’t do. Besides, he said it would be for advice. Okay. She’d freely admit she might have need of advice, even if it was possible this man had ulterior motives behind them. She’d just have to trust herself to see it when the time came. Having a contact of some sort… would be helpful.

[color=7a5e6a]‘… Alright,’[/color] Creep started, her tone more accepting, turning her head somewhat towards him. [color=7a5e6a]‘Give me a means to contact you, and I’ll use it should I see reason to,’[/color] she said, trying to carefully word it so she didn’t sound weak while also not sounding arrogant. She wasn’t sure she had succeeded. [color=7a5e6a]‘I appreciate it,’[/color] she added, due to her unsurety, but immediately had to wonder if that was too much. Still, at that point, she decided she has said enough. She still didn't know his name.

Sheila had noted Swarm looking at her, through her power. She really hoped it was just slight annoyance at losing the vial that would eventually calm, that the current events of them matching the Community would occupy his time…

[sub][right][i]Edit, updated with info from [@Old Amsterdam];[/i][/right][/sub]

The guy nodded to her, before handing her a business card with a phone number on it, as well as the name "Thunderbolt" written in fancy letters… Hah, villains have business-cards? Suppose Sheila would have to do something about her reluctance to walk around with a cell phone on her in the future. Imagining herself giving a business card… It looked ridiculous. … Thunderbolt, huh. Mildly intimidated, Creep turned and nodded to Thunderbolt in turn while putting the card into her coat, before he turned and walked off, back to his own. 

… It felt strange, to have such an almost civil interaction with another villain. She supposed there had to be such interactions of cooperation and partnerships, or their organizations wouldn't be as troublesome to eliminate, huh…