One of those to waltz- or, rather, skate- through the doorway could have passed for a college girl in another life. Perfect, straight black hair, clear skin, big eyes- but she had too many piercings showing,(even with the black leather face mask she was wearing over her mouth), showed too much skin, and wore too much leather to pass for normal. Her feet were bare, but kept off the ground by a set of rotating chains operating as skates as she slid through the doorway backwards, watching the portal change behind her.



"Man. That's wild." She caught the little bit between Nox and his conversational partner, and offered up, "Thanks, blueberry. You do good work."

Mummy, as she introduced herself, was entirely too energetic for what felt like a serious engagement, which felt like a red flag to Junko, who- while casual- was at least taking things seriously. At the very least someone with a sense of urgency was working to get her inside.

There was also a kinda odd fellow up on the roof, waving casually. She wasn't sure what to make of him, but she waved back.

Next after her was some sorta... furry... thing. A costume, sure, but Yag-yo seemed just as weird as Mummy. All energy, no control.

She was pretty sure the hyper elegant domme-y mommy was probably Meliora. She hadn't had any dealings with her, but you only operated outside the law so long before rumors of THE Black Arms connection came up.

But then.

Things got real.

Junko couldn't help herself. As her spine rattled, so too did Junko herself, albeit quietly. All that exposed skin disappeared under coils of tightly linked chain, emerging as if makeshift seals on some sort of devil beneath their bindings. So, too, did heavy chains roll out across her knuckles, though she didn't make a move on anyone. She was just visibly unsettled and trying to do what she could to be ready for shit if and when it went down har-

The lights went out, and it was all Junko could do to resist the urge to bolt for the door. This was exactly how some shady-ass cops would start a raid and open fire, kill visiblity, trap their targets- fish in a barrel. FUCK! She'd been dumb as shit to come out for such a shady...

Oh.

She was, to be blunt, more surprised that so many people brought their cell phones. That'd be a hella easy way to get identified. Wouldn't even need a quirk, though it sure seemed like one was in play. Awkward.

The followup was... strange. The girl seemed... well, she seemed a lot like a straight-laced version of Junko herself. She wasn't sure what the fuck to make of that, so she didn't try. That way lay madness. Best to assume she must be just as bad a bitch as anyone else here might be.

A couple people got up to make speeches, little ones, in following, which felt... anticlimactic after everything else. A couple blathers about tax hikes on heroes, whatever the fuck a hero tax would be; someone proposing making breaking things legal? And then someone tried to axe that guy, and got half his fingers amputated with one loud bullet.

Which brings us to the now.