[color=f7941d][b]Riddley Storm[/b][/color]
[indent]The noodle shop didn't have the best selection of food, but it was one of only restaurants Riddley could get to via foot by navigating the blind spots of Atlanta's street cameras. So that's where she ate tonight. While she would usually grab a meal to go, she needed at least a moment away from the safehouse. Spending her mornings, afternoons, and evenings there perusing through her parents' things was draining. She was still struggling to unlock her mother's laptop, which is where she would find information on Legion--if there was any to find. Riddley always thought she could figure out her parents' passwords or keys if she needed, but life wasn't like the movies. There were no cute phrases or important dates that her mother trusted enough to guard her secrets. 

Riddley sighed as the bowl of noodles was placed in front of her, the chef with an expectant smile. "[color=f7941d]Thanks[/color]," she offered. That seemed to be what he wanted because he nodded and returned to his place in the kitchen behind the counter. 

She dropped the hood covering her short, dark wig and half heartedly ate the soup. Other than the occasional slurp, it was quiet in the shop--Riddley was the only one, as usual. That was no surprise to the woman: the shrimp was slimy and the noodles a little too soft for her liking. There were much better places to get your noodle kicks in Atlanta, but none so out of the way. [color=fdc68a][i]At least the serving is ridiculously huge,[/i][/color] she thought with a shrug. It'd keep her full until breakfast. 

One she finally finished eating, she sat there for another moment to let the food settle. She was satisfied enough, and pulled a twenty from her pocket to leave on the counter before she left the shop. The air was fresh and no one paid her attention as she hid her fake hair again and started the trek back to the house. She knew the route well now--it wasn't a direct line, but it got her to and from food and safehouse undetected by Atlanta's cameras. Not that she was terribly worried about being recognized--she had fled New York after all. But it was better to be safe than sorry--especially with an unusual amount of super activity rising in Atlanta.

This was on her mind when she heard a cry for help. Her red brows furrowed and her walk grew into a jog as she looked for the source of the sound, still not deviating from her usual path. She came to a stop when she spotted it--a man with a woman in the alley opposite the street, his hand clamped over her mouth as he held her against the wall. Clearly, he was pushing for something that she wasn't interested in. Anger overcame Riddley like a wave, but she stood straight and still against it. Instead of moving, her gaze flickered about the corners and posts on the street. To help, she'd have to expose herself to the cameras. But if she didn't help... 

Well, she decided, she didn't have to expose herself as a Storm or an Invincible. It would one man against a former CIA operative in disguise. So she crossed the street.

Her approach wasn't noticed until she threw the punch, knocking the skinny man off the girl and to the ground. "[color=f7941d]Go[/color]," she said to her, brown eyes never leaving him as he recovered--rather quickly, Riddley noticed with a scowl. Too quickly--Riddley hadn't blinked and she was suddenly on the ground, dazed by a pain in her head. How did that happen? Where did he go? She was still processing when she picked up and shoved to the wall instead. All of this happening as the girl was still turning on her heel to run."[color=f7941d]Oh shit[/color]," she groaned, realizing she decided to confront another invincible. He could move faster than she could see, growling about how'd she regret playing the hero tonight.

He pulled for her hair, only for her wig to slide off and reveal her natural orange strands. Then he noticed her eyes brighten, the dull brown suddenly a glowing gold. Now he realized [i]he[/i] was fighting another invincible, and she was pissed. He tried to step back, but she had a grip on the arm still holding her dark wig. He was fast, but she was stronger. He was caught, and she wasn't letting go. First, he felt the heat on his arm, and then he saw the flames. "Oh-- Wait, no, no, no!" he pleaded desperately against the burning pain.

Riddley couldn't help the cruel smile that came to her face as the fire grew around the man. He remained trapped in her iron grip as the flames consumed him as he screamed. Now, proper cremation usually takes at least 2 hours to complete, leaving nothing but gravel in place of flash and bones and teeth. But Riddley wasn't a furnace and she wasn't weak--she didn't have a limit. Practically vaporizing the man, she had nothing left to hold onto after a couple minutes. The wig he gripped, his clothes, and body was gone--just a few pounds of ash on the ground instead. 

The girl was smart, gone without a word of protest. But Riddley still stood there, catching her own breath after  having made the most of the oxygen in the alley. "[color=f7941d]Dammit[/color]," was all she could muster up, though she still had a triumphant smile on her face. In a futile effort to protect her identity, she did not even glance at the street cam. she knew was watching. Instead, she pulled her hood back up and quickly fled to the blindspots again. She guessed she'd have a few hours at most to return to the safehouse and decide on her next move.[/indent]