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Patricia giggled breathlessly, tightening her arms on Eliza. She really was alright! Heart soaring despite the situation, she swayed with the shorter girl for perhaps a moment or two longer than was necessary, dancing to some inaudible music that only she knew. [color=MediumOrchid]“I love you.”[/color] It was said simply, but full of intent. Making sure no one was watching, Patricia pressed a chaste kiss to Eliza’s forehead, drawing away quickly and blushing. [color=MediumOrchid]“Sorry. I’m just- I’m just so glad that you’re okay.”[/color] She fiddled with her own hair, spinning it around her index finger and smiling sheepishly. 

Just then, a chorus of ringtones went off- Patricia’s among them. Hers was the original Samsung ringtone, as she had never bothered to go through the effort of changing it. Her eyebrows furrowed. Hadn’t their phones been taken? If not, then why hadn’t H.E.R.O just tracked them? Following Grace, she retrieved her phone and Eliza’s from Nero’s hiding place. It was [url=https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/1706/8353/products/tie-dying-over-your-purple-marble-iphone-case-iphone-case-classic-iphone-11-pro-906885_800x.progressive.jpg?v=1594833572]purple[/url], much like everything else she owned. She entered her passcode, reading the message carefully. It was an order from Powers. He wanted them to go to Club 27? To Kingsdale? Patricia didn’t even know where they were [i]right now[/i]. This was going to be hard.

She saw Grace open a purple portal from out of the corner of her eye and blinked. Was there something out there? She should probably follow- it looked like Grace wanted them to anyways. Patricia went back to grab Eliza’s hand and to hand her her phone. [color=MediumOrchid]“Come on, let’s get out of here,”[/color] she told Eliza. [color=MediumOrchid]“Powers wants us to meet up at the Wings of Laws’s headquarters, for some reason. We can go home afterwards. Get some sleep.”[/color] Patricia gently tugged Eliza with her into the portal, going through to the other side.

As soon as she went through, she felt a slight nausea creep up on her. It was the same as every time she went through Grace’s portals, of course, but it got better every time. She didn’t throw up anymore, though, which was good! Still, though, it was sickening, and she had to stop for a moment to catch her breath. And her stomach. Once she recovered herself, she glanced up, looking at Grace and the person she was talking to. He didn’t sound like a villain- in fact, he sounded kind of delusional. Patricia rolled her eyes and strode forward, ready to introduce herself. If he was a hero, she might as well. She was just about to when she was interrupted- by a horribly familiar voice. She turned around, dread filling her chest. 

[i]Of course[/i]. It was fucking [i]Starbright[/i]. Her mild annoyance turned to full-blown irritation, a vein twitching in her neck. And of course he had brought his fucking paparazzi. The teenage girl looked at the superstar with derision in her gaze, like he was an ant and she was the thing about to step on him. She knew [i]exactly[/i] what he wanted. To claim their success, their own resourcefulness, for himself. Just like the Wings and everybody else, and there was no way Patricia was letting that happen. So she'd make a fool out of him.

Plus, his music really sucked.  

[color=MediumOrchid]“Of course [i]you’re[/i] here,”[/color] she groaned, slinging her head back. [color=MediumOrchid]“And you brought one of your stalkers. Great. He can’t be here, you know. Confidential H.E.R.O business and all. Not that you’d know anything about that.”[/color] She turned to Chad after his comment, glaring. [color=MediumOrchid]“I’m Patricia, by the way, or Aria. Whatever the hell you want, I don't care. And he didn’t [i]save[/i] us. We saved ourselves, because we’re real heroes, unlike this third-rate poser over here.”[/color] She gestured to Starbright, not turning her gaze from Chad. 

Then, looking very irritated, Patricia strode over to the paparazzi, putting a hand very firmly over his camera and the other over his forearm. Then, suddenly, she yanked it away, tossing it down the street. It broke as it bounced, pieces scattering everywhere. Her original thought had been to mind control him, of course, but had quickly ruled that out as a little too villain-like for her. Wouldn’t want to be completely demonized. [color=MediumOrchid]“You can go now,”[/color] she told him.

Patricia glanced to Grace, who was looking [i]very[/i] starstruck right now. Figures. The girl did have Starbright posters in her bedroom. She stared at her, looking almost disappointed before speaking. [color=MediumOrchid]“Grace,”[/color] she snapped. [color=MediumOrchid]“Stop undressing this man-child with your eyes and [i]focus[/i]. We have somewhere we need to be, remember? He's not even worth it, anyways.”[/color]

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