[Jaida Connor]

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Where was Riley...?

It felt like that thought kept rattling around in her head, their sibling opted to move and poof...nothing.

Although some folks she tried to talk to told them they were being too clingy of a sister to their sibling and it just...was it denial or fact? Was it so bad to be worried about a family member's well-being? It didn't strike the petite, pink haired woman's thoughts as being a bad thing to care as much as she did. Sure...Riley would steal her stuff and then they would wear it in front of her, didn't even click cause she always gave them the benefit of a doubt.

Tucking the dark, accusatory thoughts away in a little box...so much that those vibrant green eyes became blind to Riley's crimes against her. They were small, forgivable things...not once did it upset her that they would do that. There were a few things money couldn't replace, but most of them could be. Never did it feel malicious, just a bad habit of some kind and...all Jaida wanted to do was help.

Though failing at becoming a Pro Hero, witnessing first hand the corruption through the actions of some douchecanoe named Rolio motivated her to do things differently. There were other ways to become a hero and it didn't have to be part of the system, either. Not like she'd want to work with trashy corpos like that anyway, all they really cared about fell in line with fame, glory and how big their paycheck could be. They disgusted her so damn much, all she could do was try to play keep away from the overly glorified corpos and hope they'd just stay in their lane or whatever.

The only good thing they did was help people, even if it was for greedy as hell purposes.

As long as they helped people and didn't just ignore their plight...then...they could co-exist or something, maybe.

Idly skating along, the singular red earbud was programmed to hijack the airwaves for basic information from a burner phone running one of her carefully crafted programs. Though it was a little broken up and could definitely use dome tweaks, she could hear a familiar voice she'd heard boisterously upon the T.V more often than not between the crackles. As those bright green optics glanced around and about the area, she blinked a few times as she cupped her hand over her ear while eaves dropping on the corpo emergency line. Picking up her speed as she heard drunks and what she could have sworn was teenage delinquents.

As far as she could tell, it didn't seem like they were interested in doing jack diddly about it...

Visibly rolling her eyes as she picked up the dismissive attitude these folks were putting down, she was glad her program made it so she'd only hear one way and nothing she said would be picked up. The microphone was disabled to help prevent that when this thing was doing its business. "It could be worse~" Musing those words out loud to herself, she kept a keen eye out for her surroundings and...OH YUP!

IT GOT WORSE!

Seeing the larger than life, Titanomachia herself...looks like it was the boisterous woman she'd seen soaking up as much attention as she could from being suuuuuuuuuch a good hero. Just her luck....go figure! Whatever, it seemed like she was distracted with a stretch and boy howdy, she sure didn't know a lot of folks who stretched with their eyes open!

Picking up her speed, she wasn't sure how good or bad the giant woman's hearing was...so it was better to be safe rather than sorry! Kicking her heel off the ground, guiding her into a hop as the wheels beneath her feet flattened and provided a little more of a boost to hover her about a foot above the ground. Quietly zooming on by as her bright pig tails whipped about behind her, taking a sharp turn in hopes of avoiding the blue haired hero's sight. Though without realizing it, she got juuuust a bit caught in the peripheral zone which...eh!

Didn't bother her, none!

After all, she had her gaze locked on some teens in the distance who were spray painting....geeze their writing was kinda garbage...uhhhhhhhh....well she squinted a bit while getting closer and finally saw the writing on the wall, PRO HEROES SUCK. "I agree, but this ain't it, kids!" Stopping in place, she set her feet upon the ground and..."RUN! IT'S THE FUZZ!" They quartet of delinquents dropped their cans and began to bolt, "The fuzz? Wha--?" That...was a first. "SCATTER!" Watching them break off into different directions, she let out a sigh...theeeeen her eyes widened as the boy in a red hoodie flung a fire ball that zipped right past her head and burst like a fire work!

Rubbing her eyes for a moment, she felt the sparks burn her cheek and let out a yelp...gods she was rusty!

With her eyes darting around...she tried to see where they went, but it was like half of her vision devolved into a blur of vague shapes and rainbow-ish bubbles from the light being so close to her face. Moving one foot in front of the other, she quickened her pace trying to walk after one of the vague, familiar looking shapes, trying to follow after the panicked kids who mistook her for a pro. WHICH......was kiiiiiiinda blegh...but whatever! The vigilante knew she had to catch up to them and possibly stop them from hurting someone out of fear or something!

They were just kids, after all...

....kinda reminded her of Riley when they were younger, but not a bunch since they weren't a violent sort as far as she could tell.

Anywho...it was time to be her own brand of hero, or try!

[Jaida Connor]

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"Whatever..." The kid scoffed and rolled their head to flip their raven locks off to one side of their face with a scowl. "You'll be wanting my autograph one day, lady..." Muttering those words beneath their breath, aspiring to be Japan's next big thing as a street artist so yeah this lady was like, sooooo whatever. Clearly she didn't know real art if it smacked her in the face. Though the base spelling was from their red hoodie hooligan friend, they honestly thought it was just some deep, profound commentary when they removed the slash rather than a grammatical thing.

What the message was, the raven haired kid couldn't say, really!

Though their friend wasn't exactly someone they'd ask for spelling tips and that was fine, they were both under appreciated artists, birds of a feather drifting in a world that could never understand them.

Speaking of their friend....

The vigilante with powder pink locks who looked like she just stepped out of a convention or something continued chasing after the red hoodied punk! Rubbing her eyes, she let out a groan as she avoided the obstacles and blinked a few times as her vision began clicking back into place. It was just the weirdest thing that electricity was really no big deal, but ugh fire was a little annoying. Suuuuuuuure, it took a bit for her body to melt, but her nerves had a way of reacting to direct flames as though it was like some sort of shock to the system. Maybe it's because she got electrocuted so often from working on things that it was just another day in comparison?

Bah, who knew!

There wasn't much time to dwell or think about it, but as she was skating after the kid...the thuds of the ground suddenly quaking made her think, "Huh...this reminds me of one of those dinosaur films where science goes too far for a theme park..." Mumbling that thought out loud, she started pulling bits of her skin, pinch n' pull as though it was a string of taffy. Making a lasso of her elastic skin, she saw the fire kid look over his shoulder and tossed yet another fireball before screaming at one hell of a high pitch.

Jaida swerved out of the way of the fireball and squinted at the teen, wondering what had them so friggin' spooked...

.....Titanomachia was on their tail.

Being chased down by a giant woman wasn't exactly what she called a good time, especially one who was a corporate dog of the government. After everything that happened with her in the past, trying to become a legitimate hero...the facade of Pros being genuinely good people melted away. So many of them came off as cut throats, selfish and...ugh...she could eventually become something, someone better as a vigilante.

Reluctantly, she'd have to work with the woman who she only knew about through whatever the media had to offer.

Although she wasn't keen on the type of individual the giant woman came off as, didn't mean she couldn't put aside her differences to rally up some kids who were causing trouble. Pinching off the elastic from her arm, she turned back towards the kid in red and twirled the elastic lasso above her head for a moment before tossing it forward. Aiming to get the loop around em' like she was playing a game of horse shoes, she grinned before tugging the fire brat backward. "Got'cha!"

What she didn't expect was for the kid to blast fire out of his mouth the get up and start running like a headless chicken!

Holding on to the lasso, she was now getting dragged along...

GREEEEEEEEAAAAAAAT....

"A LIL HELP, HERE!" There was no way she had the sheer strength to stop this kid, but at least a certain giant woman could...right?!

[Jaida Connor]

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Feeling a hand grasp around her, it was too late to slip away and try to get the heck out of dodge with the power of five thousand nopes! Then again, that was the case for the red hoodied punk as well...and it's not like he or his buddies were being hurt or harmed by this woman. Literally just captured...though good god one of them was brooding like no body's business.

Of course, red hoodie boy wasn't having it and started throwing a tantrum by using his not-so-nice words and the vigilante with powdery pink hair couldn't help but slow blink at the little argument unfolding. His buddies telling them that they could get folded in half, get in huuuuuuuuge trouble and they need to be on better behavior or else. It was clear as day that they hadn't a damn clue about how the world worked and you know what?

That wasn't her problem anymore.

As she was sorted into what he brain labeled the interrogation palm she figured that for now, she was in the clear at the moment for now. Wiggling the skin lasso, it loosened up bit by bit as it thinned, tugging it while plopping it against her arm. With the way she was coiling it around, it was like she was trying to pile spaghetti on her arm. When she was asked about who she was, she took a moment to release the now noodle-y skin for a moment...

...now it was her time to be a little extra like those folks in tokusatsu shows!

OR A MAGICAL GIRL!

OH THE MAGICAL GIRL-ISH APPROACH WOULD BE PERFECT WITH THIS OUTFIT!

Without missing a beat, even as her garb was absolutely insulted, that only meant more material to work with!

Twirling her hand around as though she was about to start some sort of dance routine, pinching her index and thumb together to shape it like a heart near her face. Tilting her head slightly as she plopped her opposite hand upon her hip, adjusting her footing so she was looking almost like she'd been getting ready for a magical girl based style photo shoot. Speaking in a more cutesy tone, almost with a melodic air to it, her words danced about with a dash of whimsy, not caring that the pile of skin she was piling up on her arm slid off like runaway pasta and flopped down at her feet, "The lovely, Lovely Lasso~! Roping in crime by moonlight, winning over hearts by daylight~!"

Adding on a quick little giggle, she lightly fanned her hand, "Oh no no no noooooo, my mom ordered it for me as a gift from a friend of hers! No one's losing their jobs today~!" Too bad Rolio wasn't a designer at ASTA, she would have taken this opportunity to be petty and get his ass fired for sure. If there was one dude she hated the most, it was that slime ball, Rolio...bleeeegggggggghhhhhhhhhh! OH IF OOOOOOOONLY! Going back to pulling back her skin edition lasso despite being treated like a low-grade gunpla kit, she gently rubbed her arm to smooth it back in, stretching her mouth out in a thin line with barely a hint of a grin, "This is my least favorite paaaaart, it always feels so weeeiiiird...."

The corner of her mouth lightly twitched, but then she checked back in as she heard her pop off and wave around her power with a dash of fear mongering because oh of course a Pro-Hero would do that, of coooooouuuuuuuuuuurse they would! Watching to see if the interrogation would work out to her favor, the boy in the red hoodie was snarling, fiiiiiiinally caving just a bit, "How would I know?!" "Wouldn't it be funny if they were in the trash? They're always saying it's their home...like...poetic irony." "That's stupid!" As she idly pulled the last bit of her skin back and gently rubbed it into her arm, those vibrant green eyes took in the scenery from so high up. Strolling closer to the edge of the giant woman's hand around where she saw them split off.

Squinting slightly as though to adjust her focus, clicking her tongue softly in thought...it...looked like there was a dumpster that had a hastily made stack near it. Almost like someone, or a large animal scrambled on stuff... "...the emokid might have a point." Glancing towards Titanomachia, she pointed off in the direction of a dumpster that had claw marks around the edges if it were inspected further. "When I was rounding up Mr. No Manners over here, I saw their friend slip off that way..." Then she pointed towards herself and let out a soft chuckle, "If it's too icky, I can take a closer look for you~"

If there was anything she picked up from all the media coverage about this woman, it's that Jaida had enough to hop on over to a conclusion: Titanomachia wasn't keen on getting herself filthy. Weeellllllllll at least not without the golden carrot of praise all over the place, of course! This seemed like a pretty thankless situation as a whole, so ehhhh...might as well! Of course, if Titanomachia wanted to brave opening the lid...let's just say that hiding hooligan wasn't going to look like some normie off the streets.

[Jaida Connor]

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WAIT SHE....

...had NICE things to say about her...?!

Well....at least getting ready to become a Pro-Hero before getting run through the mud of rejection paid off for something. "Aww, shucks..!" The critique was a fair one since she sort of pulled the name in a random thought raffle, maybe she'd work shop it a bit...? This was now going to be the look she ties to masquerading as a Pro-Hero, that would make things a little less complicated in the grand scheme of things...

...maybe.

PLUS!

On the additional things to tick the brightness up on the bright side of things, she was considered eccentric! Depending on who you asked, that was either a compliment, insult or a sugar glazed doughnut insult. Thankfully, it was just Jaida consulting herself on whether it was mean spirited or not, so she was going to be an optimistic sort and have the overwhelming vote be for compliment! "See? She gets it..." "Bruh." Mr. Red Hoodie was so over this!

As she stood there, keeping her balance despite being a derby darling on wheels, those jade optics took in the sights as this...holy cow this was a lot easier with Titanomachia's help. Even though she wasn't super keen on the woman, it seemed like she judged her a wee bit wrongly. Maybe in another life if she were adamant about becoming a Pro-Hero despite all the odds, she could have tried getting this woman's in clearing her real name and set the record straight.

Crouching a little bit to get a better look of the streets below, she plopped her hands upon her knees and lightly puffed her cheeks in thought. Though she let out a GASP and turned back toward Titanomachia with a grin that seemed to say DUDE, NO WAY "Oh my freakin' GOD! That sounds so gross!" Playfully poking out her tongue after letting out a little laugh, she fanned her hand a bit, "S-sorry, sorry! That's just wild, impressive but gosh...! Even more reason to give you a lil' break on any other gross stuff, yeah?"

Waggling her finger with a lil wink to polish off her words. Then she stood upright and offered a salute to Titanomachia with a grin, "Aye, aye! One hooligan coming right on up!" Though as she hopped gently off of the large woman's hand, she reached up to gently rub the scratches upon the dumpster...her smile drifting into a slight frown. Then furrowed her brows as she heard growls from within...

"Somethin' ain't right here..." Saying those words softly under her breath, the red hoodied boy went from looking annoyed to having a somewhat devious grin peeling across his lips when the petite woman moved her hand to the lid. As she flipped it open with a hop, her eyes widened as water began oozing from the rather large bin...

"Wh-what the hell...?" Seeing something shift, she quickly skated backwards with a sharp gasp and instinctively reached to her shoulder. Pulling a thick band of flesh, she held it across as though to shield herself as a reflexive course of action, all born of things going wrong...which lucky her, learning from mistakes helped! It reeked of a harbor, saltiness heavily draping the air around the area. What emerged was a crocodilian mutant who lunged straight for the petite woman's face. Yet, his jaws met with the elastic flesh she held firmly as he chomped down!

Without so much as a second thought, she wrapped the left over portion around its snout to hold the fella's mouth shut. Feeling her heart race like crazy, she was so focused on keeping herself from having her face chewed off that the wave from the dumpster didn't quiiiite click out the gate... "DUDE! CHILL OU--Oh no..." ...well uh...this...could be worse...

[Jaida Connor]

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The more Titanomachia spoke, the more she was wondering if maybe she over stepped somewhere with her words?

By default, she found herself harboring a playful personality and had a knack for letting it get above and over her head that it wasn't always time for that. Kinda took a bit to let it sink in that the experience sucked hardcore from the weight of her words and...how all the training in the world couldn't prepare someone for certain things. The point was driven like a serrated knife through her psyche about how compliments will get her no-where.

Apologize.

Always apologizing.

"S-sorry..." Reflexively, softly in a whisper barely beneath her breath...whether it went unheard or not was another matter in its self. However, she was used to owning the majority of moments when she was wrong. Hell, to her, it was clear she'd been a bit in the wrong for going a little overboard there with being friendly, but she was quick to get her shit back together and roll right into business as usual. The world never stopped turning and crime in all its forms usually didn't just stop.

....like this kid throwing a violent temper.

Having grown so used to being alone, she didn't bother calling out for help.

Crazy how a kid was overpowering her, a literal child, but her body and quirk weren't built for strength. At least as far as she could tell, it was more along the lines of durable...but that wasn't going to stop her from making the effort to survive right now. The crocodilian mutant wasn't going to simply chill, that much was clear. Gritting her teeth as she struggled to keep those teeth away from getting anywhere near her, the impending wave from the dumpster immediately froze as an all too familiar hand and voice came back into the picture, a shrill of a yelp escaping her assailant.

Feeling the shudder of the mutant trying to literally maul her to death, they were clearly not a complete idiot and could at least comprehend the words coming out of the Pro-Hero's mouth. That wasn't just a threat, it was a promise. Something that kid seemed to be all too familiar with.

Especially from someone in a position of authority...

Except, this mutant normally was able to throw their weight around and get whatever they wanted...big emphasis on normally. There were exceptions where someone could strike fear into their soul and this was one of them. "Please don't make this worse for yourself, kid..." Saying those words gently, trying to drive it home that this kid didn't want to make things worse for themselves. Slowly but surely, the crocodilian teen eased up, shaking, fearing that the pressure was going to become more than anything they could handle.

Though Jaida wasn't born yesterday, despite her air-headed antics, she calmly took a few breaths and then pinched her skin to detach it from her body. Very cautiously scooting away, she let out a shaken sigh before getting herself up to her feet. "I..I know you're just doing your job, but thanks, Titanomachia..." Polite, yet a bit solemn in its own right, she at least wanted to express gratitude.

Reality of it was, despite her durable, rubbery body...she could have died. All those goddamn needles from figuring out what punctures, what doesn't made her incredibly aware that she was a far cry from invincible, even if she acted like it at times. In a way, pretending like she could take on the weight of heavy situations would maybe convince her sibling she was a reliable pillar. Yet, this only showed she had so much more to learn and grow before that could happen....

...and that was okay.

Maybe...Pro-Heroes weren't all the horrible, corrupt pieces of crap she'd seen them as thanks to her terrible experiences.

The troublesome teens within Titanomachia's grasp certainly didn't have anything snippy or sassy to say right now, they knew that woman was pissed. There were things they weren't going to do: fuck around and find out. They'd done more than enough of that tonight, that's for damn sure!