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Kaida looked in the mirror ruefully, frowning at the bruises that had formed on her shoulders hours after the fight at the convention. The fight where she couldn't henshin. Where one of her little sisters had been put at risk. Where so many people had watched her fight, had cheered when she and Glyn and the others won, not knowing the real danger they'd been in, not realizing it hadn't been a show. And then there'd been the talk with the two girls...the ones that felt so damned familiar. She wished she knew why.
The ride home afterwards had been...quiet. Kimi had tried asking something, but Alais had kept their younger sister from finishing the question. And Kaida was still thankful for it. With how Kimi was...Kaida was afraid she would have said too much. Things that could have put Kimi in danger. The less her family knew, the better...that was how it worked right? Kaida sighed, rubbing her temple and moving to finish getting changed into clothes good for patrol.
Even if she couldn't henshin, she was still going to patrol. She still had her phone, and could call for other powereds if needed. The clothes she dug out weren't her usual, since she wasn't going to be henshined, and she wanted as few people to recognize her as possible...a hoodie Matt had left behind a couple of weeks beforehand (it was definitely a few sizes too big), a pair of jeans, a tank top, and sneakers. She pulled the hair around her face back into a tiny ponytail, to get it out of the way...and to change the way her face looked. Looking at herself in the mirror, she smiled slightly and nodded, pulling the hood up. There. She didn't look like herself, really. She stuck her phone in a pocket, slipped on the earpiece that went with it, and tucked her collapsible baton away. And unconsciously grabbed her henshin pen as she moved to head out.
It was a quiet patrol, though...she couldn't cover as MUCH ground as she did when henshined. It was...a bit strange, really. She'd gotten so used to the boost. When it came time to turn around and head for home, she noticed a small light coming from her left, and down. Curious, she looked down, wondering if someone had dropped an LED light or glowstick. Except the light wasn't coming from the ground. It was coming from her pocket. And had the outline of her henshin pen. She'd grabbed that? Oh...she had! She'd been so used to grabbing it that she hadn't really thought about it. Looking around and spotting no one about, she moved for a more hidden spot, ducking where prying eyes wouldn't be able to see her as she pulled the pen out.
There was something different about it. Small, but distinctly different. She looked at it closely, trying to figure it out...then frowned. What...was going on? She turned it in her hand, feeling an odd...strength coming from it. One that felt so familiar and yet so different at the same time. And before she knew it, she was speaking. And the words that came out were different than before.
“Hyakutake Comet Power, Make Up!”
When the light of henshining died down...the fuku she wore felt as different as the words that had come from her mouth. She looked herself over, admiring the translucent sleeves and the other additions. And she felt stronger, too. Smiling slightly, she pulled her phone out, sending a quick text to Encke before continuing home (considering he was the one that had led most of the meetings before the last fiasco, she figured he'd want to know).
I think I've hit 'super'. -Hyakutake
That was the only explanation she could think of for the change in fuku...and the new feeling of strength. It meant...maybe, the playing field was evened out a bit.
 Das Tor · Wed Jun 06, 2012 @ 10:42pm · 0 Comments |
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