[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/r5MA4gk.png[/img][h3][sup]━━━[color=9d78bd]❝[/color] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fRinzjIxEJ4][color=white]ʟᴀᴜɴᴄʜɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇss sᴋʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ʟɪɢʜᴛs ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴍᴇ[/color][/url] [color=9d78bd]❞[/color]━━━[/sup][/h3][/center]For all her time doing patrols and “real” hero work, it was always when she chose to be out and about at night that Amaris realized exactly how far the faith of her believers pushed her. At under 300,000, she didn’t hold a candle to big names, but still the night was too much. Too loud. Too bright. Too busy.  Every time she was out for work at night, it seemed like the city was out to overwhelm her with a little more force than the last. 

Logically, that was a good thing. Her senses had been growing sharper ever since her debut. Realistically, it made moments without direction trying at best. By all means, Amaris was aware that handling small, individual crimes, was a worthless endeavor for her purposes. They might remember her, they might even become a believer, but what was a single voice against the crushing weight of all of Neo-Astraea? 

Despite that, Amaris persisted when her senses tuned too far allowed something to slip through.

Her boots clicked on the pavement, stumbling footsteps following behind the sound of her own landing as a would-be thief all but crashed into the floor. Three too many beers in his system, she imagined. Near the front steps of the nearest agency—far enough from the main streets in case the drink fueled another clumsy attempt, close enough that there was no risk of being lost. 

If the agency had no one to deal with a single drunk, that was their own problem.

[color=B592D2]“Just be good.”[/color]

Then, with a glance at her personal device, Amaris clicked her tongue in equal parts exasperation and concern. Remy being in the hospital was… tragically common, all things considered. Actually, considering the things he got up to, he was there far less often than one would expect. 

[i][color=B592D2]‘His… what is that again…?’[/color][/i] And beers? Had he gotten a concussion and forgotten who he was talking to? [i][color=B592D2]‘Ah, wait, there might be a few from when he was over last time?’[/color][/i]

That was fine then. Amaris felt her feet lift from the floor again before a streak of moonlight cut through the skies. 
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[indent][quote][color=B592D2][i]Will I actually get your room if I ask the front desk for you?
Also guessed what gibblewhizzler meant[/i][/color][/quote][/indent]
Sylvia kept her mask on and her hair carefully braided to hide the cosmic pinks and purples that had long become permanent additions to her hair color as best she could. With sunglasses out of the question--[i]sunglasses? Indoors? At night?[/i]--it was about the best she could do.

With any luck, it would be enough to keep any nurses working their third consecutive shift from recognizing her as she looked for Remy.