Midna-PhobiaFor quite a few moments after Jessie had spoken, Zoey could only stare at her friend with barely hidden confusion. From the slight furrow of her brows, to how her spine had become rigidly straight as her steel-blue gaze flicked away and back repeatedly.
"...Fast casual?" The rich girl finally mouthed, barely voicing it aloud. Thankfully her puzzlement didn't last long as, rather than linger on wrapping her head around the restaurant - why have people wait to the side instead of someone easily bringing your food to you while you relaxed? - Zoey's mind switched tracks as Jessie's last words caught up with her. Immediately the redhead's gaze became focused, switching to look at the growing disaster caught on television. Someone had already shown up to help - someone like her, like Jessie, if she had to guess. From how that person dived into the building it seemed there were people to help. Just the thought sent adrenaline pumping through her chest, urging her to move.
It helped that out of the corner of her eye Professor Devil was exiting Little China.
"Right," Zoey finally said, a little low. She licked her painted lips before repeating it, stronger this time. "Right! The paper can wait - I'll meet you there?" Without waiting for an answer the tall young woman slid from the booth's bench. Almost absently she withdrew her wallet and flicked a bill on the table for a tip, despite having not actually ordered anything. Her feet were moving before the paper even hit the table top, fast-walking out of the place.
It took all of her ettiquete to not dive headfirst into her car, but soon Zoey had the door of the expensive car shut and locked. The side windows were already tinted near black, but a quick press of a dashboard button had the windshield darkening as well so that no prying eyes could see inside.
It was a bit cramped changing so quickly in a two-seater car, admittedly. Yet as soon as Zoey's outfit was changed - with the help of a set of second, shadowy arms - and the heavy mask wrapped around her lower face, it was just a matter of picking out a shadow from a nearby building to disappear.
As the burning building gave an almighty creak followed by a crash, it was inevitable that it started falling like dominos. Yet following the initial rumble, another was staved off. For anyone able to see in the building, it was as though the flickering shadows from the dancing flames seemed to become darker - more solid. As cracks appeared along the sides of it, the darkness from the building's own shadow stirred.
"With all that heat, it looks like you could all use a bit of shade!" Leaping from the shadows of one of the police cruisers, a pair of boots landed on the roof of the car. Bracing one foot against the flashing sirens, Grim lifted his arms - solid darkness sliding across them like a second skin. Mimicking his motion, pitch-black strips rose from the ground at the building's sides to lash out like great ribbons, bracing against the cracking, creaking brick.
"Fire chief," The voice changer built into Grim's mask came out almost a hundred percent perfect, deep and masculine as any natural male. It even conveniently hid the strain coloring Zoey's voice beneath it. "Might I suggest pulling your men back? I can give everyone enough time to clear the landing zone before this thing collapses - assuming my fellow costumed comrades have cleared the building!"
Grim even took a moment to use one hand to finger gun the strange lab coat wearing woman who arrived via helicopter, though he never dropped its raised position.
"...Fast casual?" The rich girl finally mouthed, barely voicing it aloud. Thankfully her puzzlement didn't last long as, rather than linger on wrapping her head around the restaurant - why have people wait to the side instead of someone easily bringing your food to you while you relaxed? - Zoey's mind switched tracks as Jessie's last words caught up with her. Immediately the redhead's gaze became focused, switching to look at the growing disaster caught on television. Someone had already shown up to help - someone like her, like Jessie, if she had to guess. From how that person dived into the building it seemed there were people to help. Just the thought sent adrenaline pumping through her chest, urging her to move.
It helped that out of the corner of her eye Professor Devil was exiting Little China.
"Right," Zoey finally said, a little low. She licked her painted lips before repeating it, stronger this time. "Right! The paper can wait - I'll meet you there?" Without waiting for an answer the tall young woman slid from the booth's bench. Almost absently she withdrew her wallet and flicked a bill on the table for a tip, despite having not actually ordered anything. Her feet were moving before the paper even hit the table top, fast-walking out of the place.
It took all of her ettiquete to not dive headfirst into her car, but soon Zoey had the door of the expensive car shut and locked. The side windows were already tinted near black, but a quick press of a dashboard button had the windshield darkening as well so that no prying eyes could see inside.
It was a bit cramped changing so quickly in a two-seater car, admittedly. Yet as soon as Zoey's outfit was changed - with the help of a set of second, shadowy arms - and the heavy mask wrapped around her lower face, it was just a matter of picking out a shadow from a nearby building to disappear.
As the burning building gave an almighty creak followed by a crash, it was inevitable that it started falling like dominos. Yet following the initial rumble, another was staved off. For anyone able to see in the building, it was as though the flickering shadows from the dancing flames seemed to become darker - more solid. As cracks appeared along the sides of it, the darkness from the building's own shadow stirred.
"With all that heat, it looks like you could all use a bit of shade!" Leaping from the shadows of one of the police cruisers, a pair of boots landed on the roof of the car. Bracing one foot against the flashing sirens, Grim lifted his arms - solid darkness sliding across them like a second skin. Mimicking his motion, pitch-black strips rose from the ground at the building's sides to lash out like great ribbons, bracing against the cracking, creaking brick.
"Fire chief," The voice changer built into Grim's mask came out almost a hundred percent perfect, deep and masculine as any natural male. It even conveniently hid the strain coloring Zoey's voice beneath it. "Might I suggest pulling your men back? I can give everyone enough time to clear the landing zone before this thing collapses - assuming my fellow costumed comrades have cleared the building!"
Grim even took a moment to use one hand to finger gun the strange lab coat wearing woman who arrived via helicopter, though he never dropped its raised position.