[color=gold][center][h1][i][b]Team Talk[/b][/i][/h1][/center][/color]

[color=yellow][center][h2][i][b]Lightning Girl[/b][/i][/h2][/center][/color]

Lightning Girl was not exactly the most impressed, hearing and then seeing Myla, sipping away at a cappuccino that was no doubt, a poor excuse for anything she would drink coffee wise. Even being British, and dealing with instant herself, American stuff did something else to her. That and Mexican food. Nothing could prepare her for that. But still, Sophie had adapted to America, the British demeanour of being cynical faded when she had this much voltage running in her skin. She might have still been putting on that idyllic image, but Sophie behind it knew that mask kept up what people wanted. Well, until it hadn't lately.

Where was she? Ah yeah, about to try and actually force blood from the stone of the casually dressed younger woman that felt like she was starting to make her dizzy. And non verbal a moment ago.

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[color=crimson]”K.”[/color]
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[b]"Talkative today are we? I get it, you're literally repulsed to me. Magnetism is a tricky one with electricity......but I'll try not to be too positive. I get too chatty when I've been zapped."[/b] Lightning Girl must have assumed this is who James meant about the thief who was a massive magnet. Trying to spin it positively (she excused herself her internal physics pun).

She could feel her powers interfering with Payback's presence already, almost as if it was trying to push her *away*. Lightning Girl's electrical powers weren't in of themselves, an AC, alternating current style where they just created a magnetic field around her power- they were more direct, less generation, more transmission. Spitting electrons, not brewing.

It was strange that the feeling of polarity was literal, as the other Phoenix Programme hero introduced themselves, actually coming out with more than a few syllables, in his dark corner, the pale white of Lightning Girl's suit almost casing light into the corner and making her want to keep her distance. The armour was dulled, as if itself didn't want to catch any Californian rays.

[quote][color=slategray]"Eclipse. Ex-'cook' if you will."[/color] He snorts. [color=slategray]"Your wish is my command."[/color]

Eh, they could probably guess his power. All black, standing off in the darkest corner he could reasonably find. He scratches the back of his neck, another craving. He was starting to miss that drug. Kept him strong. Stronger than now, at least.
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She looked him up and down, the dark corner of the office even darker than the boardroom without lights that James had ended up working in this morning.

[b]"Suppose you're a shadowy kinda crack lord." Lightning Girl chirpily observed, watching him. "Straight up vampire, or just umbrakinesis though?"[/b] She enquired, genuine, drawing her zip from her hip pack, peeling her gloves out, the black rubber gloves going over her usual fingerless set, as if she was set to "safety". Trying not to electrocute another pair of heroes. It was dawning on her that she was probably unsafe to have around other heroes, so instead, they'd thrown this motley crew around her. It gutted her, but then again, she couldn't work alone. Not when supers had access to endless amounts of weaponry, and these days, augments that made some average villain into a fucking monster. 

Then again, putting Tsunami and then Meta-Man out of action was not exactly top of her list. James had already spoken to her too many times before today. 

[i][b]Sophie[/b][/i] was absolutely putting on a confident act, trying to play hero, not some part of doubt that was below her skin, the kind that Sophie when the mask was gone would need to worry about. All of her hopes, unravelling. These poor fuckers were here to redeem themselves. And they might just succeed. She couldn't go the other way in exchange. Tsunami could have sued, and that would be the end of her.....but Meta-Man, man, he was from the ends, poverty, and Sophie felt a hell of a lot worse given how unfortunate that was. But Lightning Girl couldn't let it out. Show no cracks beyond her Lichtenberg scars. 

[b]"You alright?" [/b]She asked, an open question to ask someone in withdrawal from doing drugs, but with a genuine bit of care. She understood it from the ends she'd grown up in, knowing the answer would never be "I'm fucked", not with how Americans were endlessly optimistic. Maybe it would. He wasn't entirely American, she could spot that beyond his armour.