She lived for the night life, the sounds of people hungry for attention, lovers and youths burning their passions away. She loved the image, as well as the idea, of people being able to trust their hearts to one another. She believed, though not to the extent of her sister that people could become a reflection of their true selves when let wild.
She was like a goddess, one who brought both fortune and misery to those in her wake, these fates divided only by whim. She was amazing, charismatic and chaotic; unable to be defeated and eternally amorous. She followed her own rules, so it was only natural that she felt at home in the streets where it was known that there were no rules.
Destruction was music to her ears and order was a beautiful piece of art, she could appreciate both making her special. The members of her team held a certain presence within them, she could see both anarchical beauty and maniacal despair.
This was just another day to the golden haired goddess as she descended upon the town on her trusty steed. The mighty roar of the beast's engine was a clear indication of her arrival. However, to the unsuspecting humans who couldn't differentiate the steed from others of similar breeds, she was just another passing rider; another person to be forgotten by the end of the night. That thought amused her enough to make her bellow out in hearty laughter even while she advanced on the streets far beyond the speed of any normal man.
Going by many names the woman was like a phantom, she was known for being able to solve any problem given to her by the mortals who she accompanied, albeit force was generally her first and only needed answer.
"Hey, Yang, wanna go out for a bit?" A young adult, no older than 19 years old, called out to the wicked beauty.
She sped right on by, offering only a curt gesture of refusal, it wasn't as if he would have been able to see her actions but she felt that he should have, expected this considering she was flying by at 75 mile per hour on the street, easily breaking the limit. Tonight she had a mission. Not one of those hardcore, let-no-secrets-pass missions from the academy but one more... personal.
Tomorrow she made plans to go on a date with her girlfriend so it was her job to give the scum of the street a crash course in knowing who not to fuck with just in case. The goddess moved like a storm, fast as the wind and with the violent tendencies of lightning. It didn't take long for the goddess to reach her destination (especially with the speed she was going); a barely, patched up club on the edge of the city of Vale.
Her presence was impossible for any in the club to miss. She was after all, the one who left the club in the state of needing to be "patched up".
"Is Junior around?" The goddess smiled with a lustrous glamour and as if responding to it like the devil's own name, a tall man crept slowly out from the back of the club.
"Are you here to wreck my club again or are you still looking for that woman? If you are then you're still shit out of luck." He feigned toughness but knew that his words wouldn't divert her actions away from violence if she came looking for a fight.
"No, no, I came here today as a warning. I heard in town that some… let's say 'troublesome people' have been in the town. I figured that you would be able to keep them on a leash tomorrow since I'm going to be having a little fun in the town." Though her words sounded sweet as honey they were definitely intended as a threat and yet her smile carried only a gentle, unperturbed countenance. Junior didn't respond.