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Location: Downtown
Interactions: Mila [@Fabricant451], Jackson [@metanoia], Charlie [@LG][/center]
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[indent][indent][color=4169E1][b]“What do we do here? Bro, I’m not a ninja. These guys make me look like a fuckin’ clown, and I’m pretty good at those kicks. Guess what ol’ Bruce said about ten kicks a thousand times vs ten thousand kicks is true.”[/b][/color] From her perspective, they were right and fucked, but Ji-Su supposed that didn’t need to stop them from going down swinging. Of course, she was more or less content to take it until she saw a hand outstretched to her, and heard words from the blonde girl. At first, she furrowed her brow.

[color=4169E1][i]Ray-Bans?[/i][/color]

It was better than several other nicknames Ji-Su could have thought of for herself, and she certainly wasn’t above taking the hand of cute blonde girls to stand up. Especially not when the hand turned out to be incredibly soft for someone who was apparently an asskicker - at least when the ass wasn’t supernatural monsters who had an unfair advantage of being superhumanly powerful. Ji-Su stood up and nodded, [color=4169E1][b]“Yeah, blondie. I’m with ya.”[/b][/color] She hooked a lock of hair behind her ear, and looked toward the mob of monsters that was still surrounding them and sighed. At least this way, she’d never have to tell her mom to her face that she’d decided to get an art degree instead of becoming a surgeon.

And then, just when she’d found the silver lining she needed, the place lit up with more color than the Holi festival of colors, and Ji-Su was suddenly staring face to face with a blue rock. She was slower on the draw than both her friends and the woman standing next to her, who listed off more ‘ites than Ji-Su knew existed. As she raised her hand to touch the blue stone, she made a comment toward the blondie. [color=4169E1][b]“So you’re a nerd, huh? Cute.”[/b][/color] With that, she tapped the blue crystal with her index finger.

Within seconds, the remnants of haze from the weed she’d smoked earlier was cleared from her body, and Ji-Su didn’t feel any pain from being slammed on her side earlier. It was as if she’d gotten a second wind of the most powerful kind - a second wind where she felt better than she had in her entire life. She turned her wrist around and looked at the new device, muttering to herself. [color=4169E1][b]“Well… how about that?”[/b][/color] She asked, looking around at her companions, before her eyes fell on the woman who’d mentioned ‘Power Rangers’ and a Morphin’ Grid.

[color=4169E1][b]“How about three steps or less, so we can kick the shit out of these assholes?”[/b][/color] She paused and leaned over to Jackson, quietly adding. [color=4169E1][b][sub]“And maybe get another quesadilla, yeah?”[/sub][/b][/color] Blondie didn’t need to hear about the prioritization of food.[/indent][/indent]