[color=#f4cccc][indent][indent][indent][right][sub][color=#ff9dad]⬛[/color][/sub]  [b]mitsu, co. — warehouse A[/b]
[sub][color=#ff9dad]⬜[/color][/sub] [@LuckyBlackCat][/right]
A spotlight of isolated source, of inimitable emerald color against the russet walls and abandoned dark. She stood at a leggy five-five, hair askew post-movement. A free hand smartened her bangs. The other arm squeezed a smoldering skull.

[color=#ff9dad]"She's safe"[/color] — short, sweet, stoic. Until the Vice remnant gave in, bursting into rivets of smoke and violet flame before it could hit the ground — Karen, withdrawn, unharmed, but reduced to belting coughs and paroxysms as she doubled over and flapped at the air.

The other girls seemed in a likewise poor condition, in some cases worse.

From the neighboring warehouse building, Blink's effervescence clicked off, returning Building A to all its dingy mundanity — ignoring the hole scorched in its side. [b]Karen[/b], suddenly conscious of how intrusive she seemed, swaggered sequestered, even from the girl who approached her, a girl running with fabric and nicety, fringed with stars, armed with an arcane staff — altogether angelic, she couldn't deny, and magical as opposed to, well, herself. Karen's embarrassment came crashing onto her; she couldn't have felt more out-of-place unless these tights were fishnet.

Opting to the greatest extent of etiquette she could finesse in a flattering bow. [color=#ff9dad]"I apologize for my sudden appearance. The girl I swapped positions with is safe in a neighboring building."[/color]

[color=#ff9dad]"I'm [b]Uetsuki[/b]. I'm... new to Vice-hunting. But I'm not a liability. If you have a plan... I can support you."[/color] There was no foul in honesty, here. Karen cracked a nervous smile. [color=#ff9dad]"If there are any more Vices here. To tell you the truth, I think your group has most of the firepower already."[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent][/color]