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As chaos reigned in the mall, one young hero hopeful was holed up in the library. She was curled up in one of the comfortable chairs by the stacks, her long legs folded underneath her like a sun-drenched cat. Softly, she read aloud to no audience.

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[i]“Yo te he nombrado reina.
Hay más altas que tú, más altas.
Hay más puras que tú, más puras.
Hay más bellas que tú, hay más bellas.
Pero tú eres la reina.”[/i][/color][/b]

Her voice fell and rose with each stanza, her golden eyes shining as she absorbed each word of the Spanish love poem. Lifting her gaze off the page, she sighed. [b][color=a187be]“Man, Neruda knows how to treat women.”[/color][/b] Practicing reading and speaking in other languages kept her mind fresh. 

So far, this Academy had no one she could really test herself on. She could think circles around these so-called heroes. It was laughable. If this was the next generation of heroes, she might as well switch sides now. Then again, free rent was free rent.

She clearly heard Flash’s voice from down the hall. With an irritated huff, she snapped the poetry book shut. Duty called, apparently. The book slid back onto a cart with a lazy wave of her hand, and she ducked into her room to gather a few things.

She joined the small group who was standing by. She was wearing some easy dancing clothes, reinforced shoes, and carrying several reams of high quality paper in an array of colors. Purples, pinks, greens, pretty much everything but standard printer white. [b][color=a187be]“We’re going to the mall? Good. I need to do some therapy shopping.”[/color][/b] When Dragonson spoke up, she almost rolled her eyes. The Prince needed to brush up on the local culture. And maybe refer to a map. But he was literal royalty, and delicious to look at, so she’d give him a pass.

[b][color=a187be]“Your Highness, the mall is too short a distance for a plane. Even a small one would have nowhere to land.”[/color][/b] She gestured to the boom tube setup. [b][color=a187be]"Unless I'm way off the mark, we're taking those. I hope you have a strong constitution."[/color][/b] With that, she steeled herself and stepped through the portal.

After stumbling out the other side, and thankfully holding down the contents of her stomach, Kijani took a quick, sweeping look of the area. The first thing to catch her eye was a guy in a red sweatshirt and shades. Two of them - no wait, three? As she got her bearings, one of the reams of paper tore itself free and settled into a floating orbit around her. Then she simply headed toward the sounds of chaos.