Someone is applauding. A young woman in a princess dress is clapping extremely loud, blushing extremely red, a look in her eyes like something has just been awakened inside her and she has no idea how to deal with it. Her aunt tries to shush her but she maintains her applause like bruising her palms is going to help her remember this longer.

*

The next day, as you approach Titanomachia's suburban apartment, you hear a loud crash. Something large and heavy smashes through the window and lands on a bank of electric scooters, causing multiple alarms to go off. More pieces follow, sailing out through the shattered glass, making pedestrians run for cover.

Getting closer you see that it's Machia's cybernetic leg. Most of her toolbox has gone out too. 

It's that kind of day, huh?

The last thing to exit the window is an angel - a vision in emerald green armour, set with impossibly fine golden filigree, platinum hair flowing in a supernal breeze as her radiant levitating wingblades fan out around her. She drifts down to the street, autumn leaves caught up in the aura of her divine machinery, swirling around her head in a halo. She feels more complete with them; a woodland miracle.

"Excuse me citizen," she said as she descends. "Have you seen - oh, it's you! Hello, Madeleine."

Lios Emiral, the Angel of the Forest, has only been in the Regionals two years longer than you but she already feels like a fixture. She spent a statistically improbable amount of time paired up with Titanomachia and, after some initial clashes, they found themselves becoming extremely compatible. On and off the ring they were close friends and training partners, though Titanomachia has not reached out to her since their retirement.

"Titan asked me to help train with you today," said Lios, glancing up at the window. "Though I sense it is not a good time to talk to her about it. Would you mind assisting me collecting these tools?"