When the primordial nothingness at the beginning of time split into four, and then into the infinite trillion things -
When it split into laws and those laws became heat and the light obtained weight and the weight gathered light into dust -
When the dust burned so hot that it became air and the air burned so hot it became water and the water burned so hot that it became life -
When the trillion things looked up at the universe with their eyes and felt it with their senses and were aware of themselves and each other for the first time -
You know, did they realize that they were signing up for an infinity of unpaid labour strapped to the wheel of reincarnation? Having to endure the ecstasy of life just so some primordial collection of cosmic power could experience itself from multiple angles? Well, Foxpearl knew what [i]that [/i]was like - and she knew a con when she saw it!

Concept: [b]The big bang was like a foxgirl[/b]

She sat atop the Bodhi tree. Why sit beneath? A higher vantage point was spiritually nourishing, that was why they'd invented Nepal. It was also on top of an apartment building's roof garden which was basically just bonus altitude and therefore bonus wisdom.

Her triangular ears twitched in the breeze. The fur on her tail cascaded like autumn napalm. Her lips curved to show a single fang as if to undermine her meditative pose. A huge sixteen-foot scarf, patterned with black fish scales, rippled and arched around her, held on an ethereal breeze like a kite, covering the lower half of her face. A mask. Heroes wore masks. Villains wore masks? Was there an honour code there? If she was caught - if someone got their hands around her scarf and pulled it [i]tight [/i]like a leash - would they tear it off when they took her prisoner or let her retain that one modesty? Her thoughts were drifting. Yes, they'd let her keep it. A mask was like a safe word. When a hero wants to retire then they take it off and they're out of the game forever, just like a luchadore. Until then didn't it mean you were still having fun?

Concept: [b]Masks are safewords[/b]

Except Xingtian didn't exactly seem to be enjoying this. She didn't get it - Lady Foxfire had always enjoyed her crimes. She enjoyed them so much she'd literally lost a tail rather than not enjoy them as intensely as she did. Parasites were a species of landlord, she knew that, but vermin was a politician and she was pretty sure Xingtian was not the ruler of any city, and if she was she wouldn't maintain the territory for long with her proposed use of incendiaries. She scowled. Ideas were so much easier to process when she could just think about them intellectually. When she was dealing with humans the thoughts always got so complex and poorly argued. Superstition - which she gathered from the context was like arguing badly - was like opium, though she couldn't confirm that because she hadn't gotten anybody to sell her any. 

Concept: [b]I should try drugs[/b]

So yeah, this felt weird and bad and squishy. Bank robbery and arson were separate career paths and the person yelling their fire-based ideology in allcaps had all the hallmarks of being a foxgirl distraction. Her ears twitched. Her eyes scanned. Someone somewhere was reaching for a wallet while all of this was happening, surely. It's what she would do, if she wasn't so wise, and such a good girl.

[Assess the situation: [b]8[/b]. What here is the biggest threat?]