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[color=8dc73f]Location:[/color][color=a2d39c] "Innocuous" Warehouse[/color][right][color=8dc73f]Interactions:[/color][color=a2d39c] Render [@Akayaofthemoon], Piranha Boy [@Hitman], Spark Gal [@sassy1085][/color][/right][hr][hr]

Truth be told, Leon was pretty irritated. He shows up bearing a gift, and all they can muster is a 'Thank you'? He could also tell they couldn't recognize him. Sheesh. Well, it was fine; though he was upset, there was no way he could muster ill intent towards this girl. At least not for something that petty. Between the gentle meekness behind her voice and how adorably nerdy she came off as, she was being firmly written down in his mind. He'd definitely have to catch her name after this madness is said and done....And possibly a number. 

Then the new girl rolled in. 

She, uh....Certainly had a style about her. Leon practically had to avert his gaze for the first few seconds, it was so violently....What was a nice way to put it....Outgoing? Sure, he could appreciate some effort in dressing for the occasion, but the glitter....He felt like he needed a vacuum. Still, now wasn't the time to question fashion choices [s]though perhaps later[/s]. 

Much to Leon's chagrin, however, as he was about to respond to the heroine's suggestion for them to get battle-ready, their attention was stolen away. [color=a2d39c]Damn...[/color] That left him with sparkles here. Oh well, what was it dad always said? Work with what you got...? He turned his attention over to her, giving a small [s]albeit somewhat forced[/s] chuckle to her proclamation of them being 'party people'. In his case it wasn't far off, but Leon could imagine just how inaccurate it was towards her fellow heroine. Regardless....

[color=a2d39c]"Well then, I believe it's showtime. Hope you're ready, sparkles."[/color] He says with a sly smile, cheeky charm spilling out from him. As if on cue to his words, darkness struck the warehouse. Unbelievably, even in the inky black that descended upon them, he could still see the damn glitter....Taking his eyes off that, he hastily pulled out his phone, turning on its flashlight function; like that, a beam of stark light cut through the shadows....And, lo and behold, landed right on the perched vigilante above. He couldn't hide the smirk that hit his face as he snapped for his gleaming companion's attention. 

[color=a2d39c]"Target's there. Don't suppose you've got some ranged firepower?"[/color] There was always the chance he was wrong, but....Something told him his hunch was on the money here. With her stealthy approach effectively stunted, as long as this girl was packing something with a bit of kick on it, this was as good as cinched. That paycheck'll make for a nice buffet visit afterwards....