Today would be the day. Today, she would start my superhero career! Running, rather than walking, she made her way through ABB territory, looking for enemies to fight.
Sadly, the streets were completely empty, like every thug in the docks had something better to do. They were probably all back home, on their phones, chatting about useless shit like social relationships and what they were going to do the coming week.
Finally, after over an hour of wandering, she found a target. Several shady looking asian men and women, armed with knives and baseball bats. Then, in the middle of their group, she spotted the real prize.
Lung, leader of the Azn Bad Boys and probably worth at least five stars. Fuck she wanted him, she wanted him badly. Of course, if Lung was in the birdcage, then that meant that she'd have the only Lung around, and everyone knew that it was even better if it was unique and rare. Half the worth of cool things was lost if you knew someone else had it.
Ignoring Lung's speech while he mumbled something vaguely threatening in dragonspeak, she stepped forward and shouted at them. "Hey, bad guys, you ready to fucking rumble!"
The gang members turned, regarding her with suspicion. Sure, her only costume was a cheap plastic mask of an orange-haired girl with gigantic, manic, orange eyes, but this was a world filled with capes, and you never knew who could be dangerous.
"Whoo are yoo!" Lung snapped from behind his metal mask.
"Dunno yet, haven't picked a cape name so far," Taylor replied. "Anyway, check this!"
With flair, she pulled a twenty dollar bill from one pocket, and a lighter from the other. Then, in front of the gang members, each of them gripping their weapon of choice in anticipation, she lit the bill on fire.
It took a few seconds to catch, but the moment it started, the fire blazed through the bill, turning it into ashes in a flash. Then, in front of Taylor, a spinning circle of light appeared, with a glowing blue light in the middle of it.
"Fuck yes I love this part! C'mon gimme something good!" Taylor yelled out as the gang members stepped back in fear.
The small blue orbs spun faster and faster, eventually being indistinguishable from each other. Then, the circle expanded and converged again, after which the blue orb in the middle turned into a pillar of fire that turned night into day.
Then, as the fire receded, a fat man in third-rate metal armor had appeared in the middle of the street.
"Aww, fucking Chubster again!?" Taylor complained. "He's like, one fucking star at most! I need something better."
"Hey, don't be mean!" Chubster replied, turning around with a sad look on his face.
"Who gives a fuck?" Taylor asked. "You're just a product of my power. Now turn around and go fight Lung."
"Lung?" Chubster asked, "I can't fight Lung!"
"Sure you can!" Taylor commanded. "Go and give them hell!"
Chubster listened, running for the group of confused gangsters. One of them ran forwards, swinging a baseball bat at Chubster, but he braced for the impact, and effortlessly caught the bat in his hands.
"Don't underestimate me!" Chubster yelled out, wrenching the bat out of the man's hands, and swinging back at him with it.
"And don't underestimate his weight either!" Taylor yelled in encouragement. "Go get them Chubster!"
Chubster dashed through, attacking another trio of gang members, before a fireball smashed into his face.
His armour heated, his cloak on fire, Chubster screamed as he was slowly turned to ashes, having been completely useless except for the small handful of enemies he defeated.
"Was that it girl?" Lung asked her, walking forwards. "Was that your amazing power? Summoning the help of some pathetic D-lister?"
"C-lister at least!" the burning Chubster screamed from where he was rolling on the floor, trying to put out the flames.
"Aww drat, you beat him already?" Taylor said. "That was an entire month's spending money! And the only thing I got was a shitty fat guy!"
She pouted, her hand going for her back pocket, where she kept her emergency backup cash, coming out with two hundred dollars in crisp new bills. "My dad won't be happy if he finds out I plundered his bank account for this, but it's all worth it if I get to spin the cape Gacha!"
"Gacha?" Lung asked, "sono saki wa jigoku dazo!"
"Heh, you just say that because you're jealous!" Taylor yelled back, putting the torch to her father's savings account. This time, ten shining circles appeared in front of her, and as the light receded, taylor looked upon the result of her actions.
Four Chubsters, an Uber, two Skidmarks, a Barker, a Gully, and last but most certainly not least, a fucking four starred Acidbath.
"Acidbath, go gettem!" Taylor yelled out, and at her command, the green-haired cape turned into a tidal wave of acid, sweeping the rest of her summons along with him in a screaming frenzy as he focussed on Lung, surrounding him on all sides, drowning him in sickly green acid.
"Whoo! Take that motherfucker!" Taylor yelled, ignoring the fact that most of her summons were dying in the crossfire.
Lung struggled, but without getting time to ramp up, the leader of the ABB was three stars at best. Thus, given that Acidbath had more stars, it was only logical that he would be victorious.
Lisa looked through binoculars, trying to get a read on the crazed girl that was currently demanding money from a bunch of brownpantsed ABB thugs. Some sort of mover power? A master ability that created constructs based on other capes? How did the physical totem come in? And… was it really that random?
"What are you looking at," Grue asked.
"Evil," Lisa answered. "Evil has a name, and its name is Gacha."