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“Right…”

Akeno was starting to think that everyone who went around calling themselves a vigilante was just a little bit off. I mean, that should have been obvious really; anyone who put on a mask and a costume to fight crime instead of doing something more sensible with their time had to be a bit strange, herself included, but there was a weird sense of [i]theatricality[/i] to the ones she had met so far that she hadn’t expected. Like they existed in the pages of a comic book and choose to act like a fictional character.

Like tying a mask around your face and acting like that was enough to disguise your identity.

She let out a sigh.

“Look, normally I’d be willing to entertain this, play along a little, but I can still taste smoke on my tongue from pulling your friends out of a burning building.” That wasn’t a joke either; she hadn’t expected there to be an aftertaste to that kind of thing, but apparently there was. “You’re wearing the same clothes you were a minute ago, all the way down to the same bloodstains; you have the same hair, the same eyes and you still some [i]soot[/i] on your shoulders. So instead of answering your question, how about you answer mine and tell me what really happened here; before I come to the assumption that you’re the one who set this place on fire and decide to do something about it.”

Akeno, Kitsune, let that threat linger for a moment before softening slightly. She relaxed behind the mask and remembered the scene that she had stumbled across when she arrived.

“Your friends are fine by the way; beat up, on breath tanks for the time being, but alive.