[Jaida Connor]

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Working on the new shop was ROUGH!

...but honestly, she needed to be all set up in a place where crime was more rampant so she could act more quickly. Especially with how it felt like the Pro-Heroes were dragging their feet and doing fuck all at times! There was a lot of area to cover, sure...but COME ON! They had waaaaaaaay more resources than an alternative hero, such as herself...ya knooow? So what was stopping them from bothering with the smaller stuff or keeping better tabs on the dangerous dudes they let slip past their grasp?

The place was in a bit of disarray as she getting settled and that's okay because it wouldn't be like that forever!

Part of her was more focused on trying to make this the Tick Tack Tinker location vigilantes could safely hunker down in, even if it probably meant them figuring out who she was at some point. Part of her was worried about it, the other part just hopeful that it meant they could meet properly as themselves...and maybe become friends. Could be wishful thinking to hope she'd be surrounded by more than just colleagues for a change, all of her friends were back in America...or too busy to keep in touch.

With various parts along all the walls among some larger tools, it looked like she could at least take in a good amount of variety when it came to making and fixing stuff. A mix of old and new supplies, lots of cat food bowls with water bowls in a corner of the shop so all the local stray kitties she'd bring along like the pied piper of cats would be well taken care of. There were even a few cat trees she built for them to lounge on and some were actually napping there now, one with its chin resting upon a catnip filled plush.

That calico was none other than, "Mrs. Sprinkles! We're gonna have some company soon, you wanna say hi to Miss G with me?" The chonky feline let out a heckin loud yawn followed by a hefty miiiooooooooaaaaaaauuuu, purring loudly as she rolled off of her side and assumed the legendary loaf position. Tip toeing to lightly pet one of her many fur babies, she softly chuckled and stretched a bit while closing her eyes, "Okay, okay! That's fair, Mrs. Sprinkles!" Wiggling her arms slightly, she strolled on over toward the wall that had a bunch of gunpla, garage kits and little mecha looking animals she put together with various pieces and scrap.

Some were built up and painted, but other things were waiting to be put together and she figured that maybe Miss G would wanna check this stuff out, too! Something about her whole motif screamed this nerd shit is super cool, dawg and planned on showing her before they got to work on at least starting some tech for the squad! Then you know, figuring out what kinda favor or favors she'd have to dish out as payment...

Well, Tick Tack Tinker's gonna have a visitor and she had normal people food in the fridge ready to throw in the shop microwave in case this was gonna be a long one. All she really did was eat candy, or sugar...but of course some regulari-ish nutrition from protein powder. In fact, while she waited for the fellow vigilante lady to show up, she made her way to the freezer to pull out a carton of strawberry chocolate ice cream and proceeded to dump cookies and cream protein powder in there. Stirring it around with a spoon while hopping up on a stool, shoveling up what she called dinner into her mouth by the spoonfulls. Lightly kicking her legs as she stared at the door she noted Miss G should use.

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[Jackie Maradona]

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[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ A light wind breezed along the shop's windows, passing by the glass in a listless, hushed whisper carried downwind with word of the rain, where it now rested its chatter outside the door. No, not just at the door, but at all sides, from every direction including the sky, as it passed along its journey to the south. And, brought with it, there came another sound. Amongst the murmured tones, whispy breaths, and pattering clicks, there came another sound. A gentle, tapping sound at the side window. A figure stood there, in the rain. Their silhouette was obscured in the rain, with everything from the neck down being a shadowed drape — and even, as their hood stood pulled over them, their head barely resembled one if not for the cap sat atop it — over their figure. They tilted forward towards the glass, reaching a hand out from their cloak and trapped against the pane. Light flickered where their face should be, pulsing a neon green form across a screen, and born from it came that jagged, luminescent smile of Grinta's. The light cast along the vigilante's arm. She stood there for a moment, waiting until Jaida saw her, before offering a wave with her outstretched hand. Then, she pointed with her thumb toward the door on the adjacent wall, before slipping away in the same direction as indicated. The rain outside continued its pattering for a moment before another sound, a knocking, came, and followed by it, Miss G turned the knob and stepped through the door. "I apo'ogize if I sca'ed shou." She pulled her hat off the top of her hood, of which she also dropped and rested at her shoulders, freeing her blonde hair in its full, sweeping waves down the back of her head and towards her back. She fixed her cap atop her head, with the brim sat just atop the mask's screen. "I didn't know if the'e wa' anyone else insi'e, so I fi'ured I'd knock fir't; I assume that's okay?" She slipped in through the doorway, tilting her neck and craning it about as she looked about the place. Cats, model kits, tools — was keeping cats in the vicinity of either the latter ideal? She had been certain of feline's tendency to knock things from their resting places, so why wouldn't the displays be any different? Unless, of course, Jaida had trained the strays to leave her place untampered with — which would then raise even more questions, but little would those be of concern. She'd lean over a few of the models, tilting her look at them as she approached. "I've been seeing the'e ever since I 'tarted living in thi' country; what a'e they? I under'tand that they're mo'els, I mean, but mo'e to the point, what a'e they ba'ed on? Do they 'ave some sort of source mate'ial?" ✉ tag -- Jaida Connor ✎ 477 words ※ There arrives Miss G, in the flesh!

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[Jaida Connor]

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Wow this white noise sure made it feel like some sort of horror film or something!

Some of the cats scrambled to their little hiding places and she shrugged it off since she figured some creep would find it difficult to ram a knife into her flesh. Back when she tried to be a Pro-Hero, they had their way of testing blades against her flesh and treating her like god's most difficult pin cushion...no way she could really look at needles the same after all that. Though at least the takeaway was chances are she'd be fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine! Besides, it could just be the wind, it was rainy, after all!

Probably nothing!

Tap tap--!

Holding the scoop in her mouth as she blinked a few times before turning her head towards the sound, her cheeks puffed up like a chipmunk trying to stash up DEEZ NUTZ for winter or something! "Grrrnnfffgggfffggghhh?" Gawking like a deer in headlights at the silhouette for a hot second...

...was this it?

Was this the day she'd have to beat the shit out of someone in her shop?

Wasn't Miss G supposed to show up?

Would Miss G actually have her back if someone was trying to order her a fresh McMurder?

Probably?

She seemed nice enough, vigilantes did have each other's backs...right?

Right?

That wasn't just a...rare...trait in this budding community of vigilantes...right?

Pulling the scooper out of her mouth, she squinted at the window and licked the ice cream out of her lips while testing the weight of the scoop, oooooh yeah, this bad boy could concuss a mother hubbard for sure sure. Mrs. Sprinkles offered a grand total of zero fucks as she felt totally comfortable, rolling over on her back while purring loudly like a motorboat. Hopping up from the seat, she clicked her heels as the wheels popped up...

...she could clock the slasher with her ice cream scoop and Mss G could help mug em' since she was supposed to be here, yeah! GOOD PLAN! THE BEST PLAN! Then when the all too familiar face lit up, her expression went from I'mma fuck you up BOOOOOOOOOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII to a big ol grin like a cheerful happy puppy that was overly delighted to see a familiar human! OH BOY! IT WASN'T A SLASHER, IT WAS A FRIENDSHAPED PERSON! Idly flicking the scooper over her shoulder as it ker-plopped into the bucket of frozen goodness loaded with diabetes, she nodded and flailed her hands while pointing towards the door, changing the casual speaking pitch of her voice from usual, "IIIIIIIIIT'S OPEN! THAT ONE, YEAH YEAH!" Skating on over, she repeatedly began clapping her hands like an excited little otter.

"Oh! Oh oh! It's fine! It's really fine! I'm just glad it was you and not some serial killer I'd have to beat up!" Saying that odd combination of words with all the optimism reserves in the world, she held out her hands as though willing to take soggy articles of clothing, but she seemed a-okay! Some of the cats that took refuge in being hidden poked their noses out cautiously to watch the new human with caution.

Shrugging then plopping her hands upon her hips, she let the fellow vigilante roam and check the place out without a care in the world. There was nothing damning she needed to hide, so eh! Those vibrant green eyes of hers sparked with a light of excitement as she asked about the models around, skating on towards the visitor, she let out a delighted squeak! "Really?! I'd get some of these fellas back when I lived in America! Though I gotta tell ya, it's loooooooaaaaaads easier to find em' here!" Reaching to plop one hand around Miss G's shoulders, she used the other to gesture towards the various kits, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaalllllllllllllllll these guys come from different series, so in a cool way, they all got different origin stories to tell ya!"

Pointing towards one that was designed to look like it had influence from the magical girl genre, prominently pink with white accents and a black visor with green going across it, "But her, I wanna make her for real life one day as a suit I can use m'self! The series she comes from is called Digital Warriors, she's called Eun-U! Not a popular pick in the competitive gaming scene, but she's still my favorite! Oh! Wait here!" Quickly skating away and jumping over one of the cats trotting along, she eagerly grabbed a kit waiting to be built of the mech, Eun-U, skated over and hopped over another cat trotting around. Holding it with both hands, she held it out, offering it over to her hopeful friend in the making, "Here! This is the blue version of her, it can be like having a friendship bracelet, but with model kits! She's high-grade so the girl's built tough like me! I want ya to give her a good home!"

[Jackie Maradona]

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[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ Just as vibrant as she had been at their meeting before, Gadget struck Grinta as, amongst that lot at least, an oddity. Warper and Ronin, for example, were hard to regard with any amount of trust, and the latter of whom still weighed on her. She had much still left to discuss with Ghouligan who, speaking of, struck her much as Stalker did; concerning, albeit for differing reasons. And Eiji, he, well... Regardless, Gadget held about her an air different from the rest of the Undertow. Bubblier, more boisterous, and as Grinta stepped further through her shop, more inviting of everything she had on display. In fact, as she leaned on Grinta's shoulder — which, for the time being, she allowed — Grinta followed along, keeping up with her words and seeing where she laid her thoughts. "Diffe'ent series, diffe'ent settings? What do they 'ave in common beyond being robots?" As Gadget skated along her path, off to wherever she had in mind, Grinta tilted closer to the display, eyeing their packaging. Their details told of their own stories, of their own fictional worlds and battles, and held the boxes together as what they were. The magical girl one, in particular, brought Gadget's brightest chirping. It brought that wide, joyous look, something brighter than what Grinta saw before, as she slipped away and returned with another of the same vibrant variety. Grinta lifted her focus to the newly offered piece. Reaching her hands out from her cloak, one concealed within a glove and the other fully felt down her forearm by a bracer, she lowered herself a tad and lifted the gift up closer to her focus. "Shou want to 'ave a suit like this?" Her tone kept even, neither praise nor distate. She examined the gift, twisting the box around as she looked at every single side, continuing to speak as she did. "I assume shou want more than the shell, right? Shou want to make something practical?" She pulled the box closer. "What's 'topping shou from ma'ing it now?" She turned away from the gift, lowering it for a moment as she turned to Gadget. "...I can also choose 'ow I paint thi', shes? I don't 'ave to color it blue?" ✉ tag -- ( @someone ) ✎ 371 words ※ Big, Cool Gunpla...

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[Jaida Connor]

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Miss G's words weren't lost on the excitable vigilante, not by a long shot!

Though the question about what was stopping her from making the suit, she let out a soft sigh with a slight smile, "Resources, actually...I've been usin' my boots to learn how to make somethin' fly before I dump a ton'a time n' resources into something so ambitious. I know I'm gonna goof up an' things will probably explode before I get it right...I jus' don' have the wiggle room...a-and that's fine!" Perking up, she even puffed up her chest then plopped her hands upon her hips, looking off towards the gunpla like she proudly landed on the moon!

"One day, Miss G, one day! Whenever I make her, you'll be th'first one I call! YEAH!" Bringing up her arm that looked riddled in cybernetics, clenching her hand into a fist with a lil' wiggle and excited sigh rushing out of her, she then checked back in and realized Miss G wanted to know about the kit she gave her! "Oh! Yeah, yeah, ya can prime her to change the coat! That's the nice thing about these kits, ya don't have to keep em' lookin' the way they should, some folks get multiple kits n' do kitbashing. It's when ya mix n' match parts to make em' something totally different...like a custom model!"

With a couple of nods to affirm the statement, she fussed with her long chunk of hair to tuck it behind her ear, letting her gaze go around the room as the cats hanging out eased up to sort of relax. They saw the new human was more or less one of them, just like the weird human who had hair colors like an ice cream shop had flavors, "Ya know...they're more than just robots, Miss G...they're also heroes in their own stories, most being piloted, but even the bad ones were heroes in their own eyes. It's actually kinda crazy," Skating on towards the wall, she reached up to lightly tap the shelf of a bulkier looking model that had a menacing look to it that screamed probably an antagonist, "This guy, he was painted out to be the villain, an antagonist, but when the prequel came out? People saw that this guy lost everything trying to save his planet...like...everything. Dude totally lost his marbles because it broke him...so he went after the guys who started the attack. Ya see the aftermath before the lead up, so at first..we all saw this psychopath, then we found out the protagonists we were followin' before were actually the real antagonists...framing and perspective's somethin' this series went wild with...but..."

Lightly patting the model's foot with the tip of her finger, she moved her hand off of the shelf before looking towards Miss G with a sad smile that still had hope, "..I like to hope that maybe folks like us can stop people from losing their way an' sight, becoming what they fought so hard to put at bay like Captain Shiraishi over there." Loosely crossing her arms with a soft sigh, furrowing her brows a bit, "I can't save em' all from losin' sight...but nothin's gonna stop me from at least trying." There was more to her than just weeb living out weeb dreams, but the question framed it well enough for her to give some insight, an example that she knew the world wasn't strictly black and white, there was so much grey to sift through and she was willing to take up that meticulous task.

All she wanted to do was help make things right.

Give the world a shred of understanding that was normally set ablaze before given a chance to become something so much more.

[Jackie Maradona]

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[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ Leaders, soldier. Good, evil. Pilots, dead pilots. However the figures were in their stories — who they actually were, and who they became — didn't matter, ultimately, to a narrative audience; all they needed was a story to be told out of them. The characters lived on without the understanding of an audience watching them, however, and they lived without the knowledge of the hands guiding them through their birth and their existence. They were entirely unaware of their watchers and their creators. These two groups, however, knew of the other, and thus, they devised a game to play. The creator would show the watchers things, sometimes shapely, easing things, and sometimes jagged, uncertain things, but things all the same; they would show them these joys and these malcontents and leave them to stew. Sometimes, they would come in pieces. One may fill a chest piece, one may fill the joint — but until the full thing was assembled, the story was left untold. Grinta cradled the kit in her arms, wrapping them around the box and clasping her hands together on the opposite end. "God," she cringed, offering a weak laugh, "that word. I 'ate to call anything 'heroic' now, shou know?" She wandered about the shop, peaking from shelf to shelf with a casual, almost lazy, gait. "And I don't mean to say that they aren't fun 'tories. I wouldn't know, truthfully, but mo'e to the point, I'm cu'ious as to what 'unites' them. Shou under'tand what I mean?" She peaked lowered to the floor, walking with a half-bent balance forward. "They're from diffe'ent series, shes? They tell 'stories of their own, comple'ely unrela'ed to one another at times? My real que'tion i', then, what are the'e 'tories uni'ed under that puts them under a sha'ed umbrella? What makes the'e shows the'e shows, beyond sharing the mecha element?" "Becau'e a' I see it–" she leaned back up as she spoke– "it's mainly ju't the robots that tie them together, intere'ting as they may be." She strolled back through the shop, occasionally making stops at the cats lounging and peering down at them. With one in particular, a larger, fluffier fiend lazily lying on its side, Grinta offered her braced hand to be sniffed, thus switching the weight of the gunpla to her right side. "And shou want shour suit to be like one of them." If the cat offered to regard her, Grinta would scratch it just along the back of its neck. "Shou love them, shes? So what is about them, what about this thing shou love, makes shou want to wear it while shou try to 'top people from turning in the wrong di'ection?" Departing from the cat with the hope of its muted satisfaction, Grinta walked again with the display in both of her arms. As she turned away from it, Grinta's quirk, wedged into the back of her cloak, offered the pets a grimacing glare — especially the one she touched. To that one specific, it even stuck out its tongue as the cloaked vigilante stepped back in Gadget's general direction; at the very least, moving towards her with just a bit less focus on the shelves. "Last I checked," came the quirk's raucous voice with a laugh, "people tend to resist ya when ya come dressed like a weapon. Ya try to keep 'em on the course, they'll resist ya. Ya try to change their actual direction and they'll lash out at ya, so I gotta ask; who is the suit really for when ya put it on?" ✉ tag -- Jaida Connor ✎ 591 words ※ Who is a big suit of armor really for?

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[Jaida Connor]

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Honestly?

The presently red head of a twink couldn't help but let out a bemused, light-hearted laugh as she heard Miss G's question in its entirety. Less that she was nervous or upset, but just sort of amused that she sort of missed the point that they had something more in common, "Eheheh, right, right! Lemme sum it up in goals, each of em' has goals and they're all driven ta make em' come true! Not all of em' accomplish their goals, but they got the ambition in common!" Offering a firm nod to polish off her statement, she lightly waved her hand to and fro with a grin full of pride!

Though that seemed to only be the first part....

Thaaat's right, the next part was directed towards why she wanted a suit like one of them...most folks would probably anticipate something like 'cuz I'm a big fan of the series lol or something. Though as she watched one of the fluffiest cats in their wake offer the woman's hand a couple of curious nff nffs, then have a moment of pause before the fluffy feline allowed Miss G the divine honor of bestowing pets n' scritches upon them.

.....maybe it was okay to open up a little bit?

They were always so careful to only allow people to see certain facets of them to remain like a reliable pillar. Would it help any bit to explain beyond the surface? There was so much more beneath the surface....but--

--WAIT...HUH?!

A new voice emerged and when those vibrant green optics took it in, that brain noodle rolled right off the tracks and she brought her hands up to plop them upon her cheeks with a gaaaaaasp! IS THAT A FLYING GOLDFISH?! "OHMIGOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHH LOOKIT YOOOOOOOOOOOU!" Shuffling over with the chkchkchkchckchk of the boots wheels, carefully navigating around the cats as she began reaching up towards Miss G's flying buddy, "AAAAaaaaaaAAAAAAaaaaa~! That's a friendshaped friend if I'd ever seen one! Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" Stopping herself from smooshing the floaty fella's face, a gasp escaped as it clicked back in their brain that helloooooooo a serious question was asked!

"O-oh! Doi! Durrrrrr the suit, sorry sorry!" Bringing her hands up to her head to lightly pat the top of her own head before blepping out her tongue for a moment and closing her eyes, "Heheh!" Reopening her eyes, she plopped her hands upon her hips and took in a deeeep breath before exhaling softly, "I'd look a lot more professional if I had a suit like that, wouldn't I? Some folks would probably see me as a Pro-Hero out the gate rather than the...uhhh alternative hero that I am? Might buy me some time an' gain the trust of folks in a pinch when I'm tryin' ta save folks...I'm probably a weirdo for wantin' to actually save others an' not just...I'unno.....fight folks n' fuck off?"

Holding up her hand, she lightly fussed with the long fringe idly, "Plus, I can be a better distraction for y'all...errrr well...whoever works with me n' all that...? If some folks wanna see me as a weapon then..I mean..okay...I guess?" Shrugging ever so slightly with a subtle pout, "If that's the case, maybe folks who think that way will run away an' hide...but I'm preeeeeeeetty sure at a glance, most folks will think it's a tech based Pro they can count on an' hear me out...I could be wrong, though.." Fussing with her hair a bit more, she looked off to the side and a soft sigh eased its way past her lips, "Might be a stupid view, an' that's okay...I'm used to folks not seeing eye to eye with me on savin' people without a license as is...despite bein' on the same side n' all...so it's cool if either of ya think it's kinda dumb, wouldn't be the first n' wouldn't be the last. Could always be worse, though!" Finishing those words with a soft chuckle, she glanced between the two and kept her spirits up all the same.

Jackie Maradona

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[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ The quirk didn't even think to shrink away from Gadget before she was reaching up to touch it, and had she been a bit taller, she might have even reached it. Neither it nor its creator could recall a time someone looked at its form — its features stitched over its form, as though it had torn open where its mouth and eyes would become — and chose to approach it, let alone with such elation. Pundit looked from Gadget, who bounded away onto their explanation, towards Grinta, who, after a brief moment of pause, turned to the creature with a shrug of her shoulders. "Don't know what shou're looking at me for; I wouldn't get it any better than shou do." Though her lips didn't move and her gaze recentered on Jaida, her voice rang through her mind and back out through the quirk's, a complete circle between the two. "Figured ya might get it before I did's all." "Mm-mm, nothing from me... But it's intere'ting." "...Yeah." Though their thoughts were kept inside, the quirk offered a grin towards Jaida regardless of explaining why as she continued with her excitement. "Worth the trip, at least." She wanted to look the part of a hero. And, more to the point, Gadget wanted to act the part; she wanted to save people from the dangers of the world, and she wanted to make it easier to be trusted by the average person who might need her help. If it did come down to blending in and operating by that same intention of saving people, Grinta couldn't fault the logic. If that truly was her goal, there would be no better way to handle the optics; but for Grinta, who hid her form beneath a cloak and her features behind her mask, she crossed her arms over her chest. Her cloak twisted to hold the gift close. "Shou would be a better di'traction, that's pro'ably true." Her arms wrapped around her abdomen, with her hands holding onto her sides as she folded inwards. "And shou would pro'ably look like a 'ero, too, but I 'till don't think I under'tand fully. Shour goal i' to 'save' people, shes? Shou want to pull people out of danger — but why do shou want to do that, of all the things shou can do? Why do shou want to do it the way 'eroes do it?" Grinta paced further around the shop. While Pundit stuck around, floating around Gadget with its petit, unnecessarily flapping wings, its creator kept moving about the cats and displays. "Shou said shourself that the characters a'e based on per'pective, shes? Then what about the per'pective of the people who watch them battle on their homes? They look up to see the fallout of their 'quabbling, and they lose more than any of the warring parties, — to who are shou the 'ero, shou know? Doe' looking the part of the'e things instill those feelings in the people shou want to save?" ✉ tag -- Jaida Connor ✎ 497 words ※ To Whom Are You The Hero?

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[Jaida Connor]

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THE BIG OL FLOATY FISH BAT THING WAS FRIENDLY!

WELL AT LEAST THAT'S HOW SHE SAW IT!

...then again...Miss G was also friendly in her own way and...actually seemed to cherish the gunpla she offered her. Treated it with kindness and there had to be some sort of valid reason this lady was interrogating her. It wasn't a simple exchange of interests...no...it felt like this lady was trying to dig away at her core. Though that drove her to wonder what sort of walk of life Miss G walked...trying to make sure she understood where another vigilante's position was. Maybe it was really just that weird to want to help others more directly...?

...it was starting to seem like it.

Idly twitching her fingers the moment she kicked off the ground, boosted by the hover function of her boots to give a bit more oomph to her back flip as she hovered above the stitched up floaty fella for a moment. Easing down gently to sit upon the top of their head cross legged as though it was a massive, floating plushie. Blowing a chunk of her fringe out of her eyes, leaning forward while resting her elbows upon her knees. The way she rest her gaze upon Miss G wasn't as though she'd become superior or anything like trying to figure out the face behind the mask...nah...a smile curled across her lips, "Ohmigosh Miss G! I'm definitely good at the whole distraction thing!"

Cupping her chin within one palm, she moved the other down to offer her sentient seat friend gentle scritches as though they were a kitty cat or doggo. "So what if the corporate mutts are doin' the same thing as me, Miss G? If I can make a difference to help someone, I'm not gonna just say oh too bad, sucks to suck, man an' fuck off...nah, I'll be tryin' to do somethin'. Sure, there's more than just bein' a distraction when it comes to helpin' others..." Lightly tilting her head as she arched a brow, slowly blinking like a cat that trusted the company in their wake, "I'll be doin' what I can to help others...even things like tryin' to get care packages together for folks who need it, tryin' to weed out bad groups tormentin' folks, too...."

Lightly petting the big ol' round fella her scrawny butt was using as a floating seat, she traced her gaze up towards the ceiling... "Of course I'm not perfect an' I know I might make a mess, but so do most folks...I just like to hope most folks will forgive me if I screw somethin' up...I'd try to help fix places up if I can..." a soft sigh escaped her as that smile faltered ever so slightly. Returning her gaze back towards Miss G, the curiosity in her tone was clear, "What about'cha, Miss G? I know you're helpin' people...but how are ya goin' about it? Maybe we can help each other some how...?"

Some of the cats were just lazing around like this was another day in the neighborhood, there were a couple that stared up at the...whatever that was their human was casually sitting on. Was that even safe? Who knows...Jaida clearly wasn't investing any thoughts in such a concept since she had enough trust for Miss G!

Jackie Maradona