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The steady fire engulfing Sana's hand lit her way marginally better than the dinky lights lining the deteriorating concrete floors had been alone. The squelching noises from her wet boots had begun to annoy her, especially in such quietness, so she heated up her feet and legs for several seconds to quickly evaporate the remaining water left on them and soaked into her orange coverall's pants. She had had to get hold of a bloody kayak and needed to wade through the water when she had finally reached the island to be able to respond to this... invitation? To join a team. Of villains.

Somehow, the thought of such a thing had never crossed her mind before. Heroes working together made sense--they all bent over backward to act moral and good and personable. Whether they generally succeeded or not was very much up for debate, as far as Sana was concerned, but even the most wretched of 'heroes' could at least pretend to play nice with each other.

Villains, though... a bit of a different crowd. A criminal expecting another criminal to have their back was a thought Sana would've found amusing, if she hadn't been humouring it since she received the message that had led her to this place.

Seriously. [i]Alcatraz[/i]. That itself almost sounded like a joke.

The girl sighed to herself. A villain who was willing to reach out for help and organize a coordinated group probably had a decent chance of being more respectable than the common mugger she had burnt many a time. This darker side of hers had lived in total isolation for years, and that had been fine. But after the prospect of a team had come up... Sana couldn't help but feel a bit of hope that this theoretical group would pan out. It was a strange feeling.

The light humming of fans brought the girl back into the moment, coming from a nearby door that of the cables lining the hall seemed to converge into. As she killed the fire on around her hand, she peered into the room through the blacked-out visor of her oxygen mask.

The humming that had tipped Sana off came from generators and computers. Sana made note of two fairly quiet and serious looking women, sitting at opposite ends of the table that centered the room. She glanced between the two, trying to decide which one was the one who had sent out the invitation, or if they had both done so together. The purple-haired one seemed more 'at home.' The thought caused Sana to look around again, frowning slightly when she saw the broken pot and dirt on the ground.

[color=fc5873]"... Interesting place. Kind of a pain to get to, but I get that's the idea,"[/color] she said.

Ignoring the empty seats, Sana walked up to the table to look at the papers strewn about it. At first, she was confused by them, wondering who the people depicted were, but it clicked when her eyes fell upon a few particular pages that were stapled together, her own unmasked face depicted on the top left of the first sheet.

Sana gave a dry grin. [color=fc5873]"I figured,"[/color] she mused, before reaching up to loosen and remove her mask. [color=fc5873]"Not like my identity is particularly easy to hide anyway."[/color] She slipped her backpack off her shoulder and placed it on the table, unzipping it to put her mask away while also spending an extra second rummaging around for a granola bar that she promptly tore open and began to munch on. She picked up what was evidently the file containing all the information her inviter had about her to scan through it further.

Some of the hopeful trust Sana had had for the once faceless person who had called her here was gone. As she tossed the last bit of her snack into her mouth, she burnt the wrapping left in her hand to ash in a short puff of fire. Her gaze shifted from the papers to the woman with her legs up on the table.

[color=fc5873]"I hope you've got plans to convince me that you aren't the treacherous type--especially after seeing [i]this[/i],"[/color] she said, tone a little colder than before as she dropped the papers back onto the table.