[h2][center]Marionetta Molly[/center][/h2]
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[color=#A9A9A9]Having been sitting in a shaded part of the room like some sort of brooding, trying-too-hard-to-be-edgy social outcast, Orson had evaded Molly's notice until he spoke up. Her gentle smile didn't waver despite her having been taken by surprise, and she turned to face the individual as he leaned into the light. He looked like some kind of travelling hobo, but-- no. She recognized him from a news broadcast she'd seen a couple months back. His name escaped her, but he was a crime boss of high repute who had evaded capture by a police-hero raid.[/color][i] Hm. Never thought I'd be rubbing elbows with someone like that, but here e are.[/i]

[color=#A9A9A9]After hearing his criticism of her attire and villains' general lack of subtlety, she opened her mouth to retort, but someone beat her to the punch with a sassy quip of her own. Turning her body halfway, she looked back toward the door of the warehouse. It was that young lady, the one they rescued from the police transport the week prior. Molly couldn't help but feel for the poor girl. Being a villain in the first place meant your future could be taken from you at any time, but being an escaped convict meant even more of her future was at risk. She wouldn't have blamed her for abandoning the League after such a scare. Given that, it was a relief to see she Animus displaying some more spunk than she had on the day of the rescue, which had seen her much less talkative and more subdued overall.

As Molly reformulated her comeback to account for Sana backing her up, another person entered the warehouse and gave an introduction. Like Molly, she was dressed in ostentatious formal wear, but of a markedly more modern style that made her not stand out as much as Molly's ballroom gown did. Molly looked back to Animus, who was wearing a more casual getup than either of them, then turned back to Orson with his ragged hobo outfit.[/color]

"...I was going to argue something along the lines of, "there's no room for subtlety when we're trying to change the world", but it would indeed seem that I am the one who overdressed for the occasion,"[color=#A9A9A9] Molly said, shrugging as her smile turned sheepish.[/color] "So, you win this one."

[color=#A9A9A9]Molly turned away from Orson to make her way toward Animus. As she passed Ushi-Oni, she returned the bow. [/color]"Marionetta. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Boss." [color=#A9A9A9]Molly hoped that didn't come across [i]too[/i] sarcastic as she raised back up. She intended to just treat "Boss" as this woman's name, since she'd jokingly offered it as an option, so there was some slight sarcasm to it. She'd made sure there was no snarkiness or defiance in her tone, so she hoped her own joke in kind came across properly.

As she approached Animus, Molly's calm smile opened up into a bright grin. [/color]"Those bright orange cover-alls are so [i]gaudy[/i]. I love it! If I could pull off any sort of non-Goth look, I'd ask to raid your wardrobe."