Current Energy: 12
Current Training: Primordial Rune (Warrior) B (6/10)
Tuesday, February 15th, 2011
The Heap, Brockton Bay
'Suddenly I understand what all of those soap opera's were getting at.' She mused as she considered her teammate and - ostensibly - employee. Not that she really thought in those terms most of the time. She preferred 'extended family' really.
There was just something distinctly uncomfortable about the words 'can we talk' when presented in that subdued fashion. She assumed that if her high school experience had been even slightly different, she might have more experience with them. After all, without Emma tearing apart her social life, surely she would have had a boyfriend or something by now right?
Unfortunately, instead, she had been simultaneously blessed, and cursed, with a great lack of any kind of meaningful relationship that might cause this kind of conversation to come up. It wasn't just about romance. Friends could disagree, and make up, but she had never managed to make any of those. Parents could confess to making mistakes as one got older, but her relationship with her Father had gone from 'distant' to 'angry' to 'good' in very little time at all. They had sort of just mutually agreed to set aside the past and do better now.
In the intervening time since getting her powers, she hadn't really been forced to deal with this kind of thing. She had disagreements with people, but, in general, any disagreement great enough to cause her genuine anxiety was one she was planning to resolve using violence anyway.
"Sure. Do you want to talk here or go somewhere else?" She heard herself say with an outward ease that she wasn't really feeling.
"Um..." Oliver muttered, glancing at her - admittedly sparse - bedroom in a way that made her realize how awkward it would be to sit on someones bed and talk business. She felt her cheeks heat at the mistake but instead of panicking allowed her face to fall into a blank smile.
"Right, sorry. It's early. I'll meet you in the kitchen?" She tried again, tilting her head slightly in query. It was body language she had picked up from Emmy, way back when 'he' was a 'she'. She realized that she would probably never be able to project the kind of elegant confidence Emmy had at the time, but she could at least take notes.
Also, if she was being honest, she was starting to notice that people were flinching when she smiled at them like this, which was always good motivation to get better.
"Ah- sure. Are you- I mean are you okay? I couldn't really see much from where I was except you know the..." Oliver stutters, then brings his hands together and pulls them apart while making a whooshing noise.
Her first reaction was to dismiss the concern out of hand. Of course she was fine. Everyone she cared about came out the other end of the ordeal fine hadn't they?
Then she remembered how she had felt when she first saw 'Dinah's' corpse. The feeling of resistance when she had taken out that first Greg clone. If she thought about it too hard, she could almost see the moment the army in the tunnel realized it was doomed. There expressions, while far from sane, were all too human. She just hadn't dwelled on it because it had to be done. It was the first thing Emmy had ever taught her. She didn't want to be in a situation where only one person could succeed and survive. But she hadn't been the one to make that decision. And when put in that position herself, it was the simplest thing in the world to choose what she cared about over what she didn't.
Which, again, didn't feel good. Just necessary.
"I'm fine. Thanks." She replied eventually, her smile growing strained. Oliver flinched, then nodded quickly and set off for the kitchen, leaving her to get properly dressed. She watched him go for a minute before closing the door after him.
'Not going to comment on that?' She queried her passenger while she moved over to her dresser to start pulling clothes out. She briefly debated putting her costume on. She found she was wearing it more often than anything else, and was, if nothing else, comfortable in it - even if the somewhat skin tight nature of the under suit still caused her considerable embarrassment on occasion. Parian nothing if not exceptional at what she did.
Then it occurred to her that she was supposed to be 'relaxing' today, and that wearing her 'business' suit might be sort of counter to that. Of course, this thought made her debate the usefulness of commissioning Sabah to make her an actual business suit version of her costume.
Then she remembered the way Vicky had looked at her when she had realized that she could ask Parian for clothing at will, and shivered. That was a Pandora's box she wasn't ready to open yet.
So instead of her normal costume she carefully sorted through the dozens of pairs of pants she had been left with until she found one of her older pairs and slid into them, along with a dour grey sweatshirt.
Vicky swore by the rest of her wardrobe, but even if she wasn't convinced she was hideous anymore, she would never, never understand why the girl insisted on only wearing pants that required fifteen minutes and a stick of butter to get into or out of. That just seemed excessive.
[I believe your exact words at the time were 'stay the hell out of your bedroom'.] Ozma responded the moment she finished adjusting her sunhat and stepped out of the room. She grunted in acknowledgement of that then started on her way. Technically, she could just open a gap to the kitchen, but the Heap was her castle, and so she felt the distinct urge to prowl it from time to time.
In a... not creepy... not dark lord of the bay kind of way. Really.
Regardless, she found herself glancing into a number of the empty rooms and areas in the 'Oathbound' second of the castle - the one partitioned off from what was to become the mall - and frowning.
She might need to see if the PRT had any work for her soon, at least if she wanted to keep employing so many people and furnishing the place.
[Several of these would make excellent classrooms.] Ozma noted suddenly, pulling her from her thoughts.
"I'm not opening a super school just because I have a castle." She replied dryly.
'You do have the means.' Emmy chimed in.
"To do it? Sure. To protect it? Questionable." She drawled. Typically she wouldn't answer Emmy out loud, but she had quickly found that it was easier to do so where possible. It made it easier to hold a conversation with both Ozma and Emmy at the same time, without being forced to partition them and risk getting confused or mixing one of them up. It hadn't happened yet but she was sure it would. She wasn't exactly the best at multitasking.
[But think of how much easier it would be to protect with assistance!] Ozma... not quite exclaimed. He didn't really yell. Just speak with more or less emphasis.
"I don't even have a viable group of people to start with!" She countered immediately. Sure she had more or less worked the kinks out of her Oath spell, which is the only reason Oliver hadn't lost his powers and/or died the first time he jaywalked (blanket inability to break the law sucked), but that didn't mean she was one hundred percent certain that training a small army of not-quite-parahumans was a good idea. Heck, the stress of explaining that to the PRT alone would probably make all her hair fall out.
Even if it was occasionally tempting. Just to see the look on Piggot's face.
'Aspirant has a horde of women looking for something to do with their lives.' Emmy noted easily.
[The local police, I'm certain, would not turn away such an opportunity.] Ozma added right afterward.
'The Panda Gang are also actually the right age for school.' Emmy continued on in a musing tone.
[Those gentlemen - the Dockworkers? They seem loyal enough.] Ozma finished.
"Are... can you guys hear each other now?" She blurted out in utter confusion.
' [ No? ] ' They chimed in chorus.
Taylor blinked, and then chose to ignore the entire conversation, quickly arriving at her destination.
When she stepped into the kitchen Oliver was already present, and all possible anxiety she had been feeling on the topic of this conversation drained away when she laid eyes on him.
"Did you... buy that? Or did we just have it laying around?" She asked, amid a sudden snorting chuckling fit.
"...What's wrong with it?" Oliver countered defensively, sticking a thumb under his offensively bright neon green cooking apron and lifting it to inspect.
"It's... I mean... Olly, come on." She asked in amusement, stepping into the kitchen and taking a seat, then propping her head up on one hand, allowing her untied hair to fall to one side.
"It's distinctive!" He replied with a blush, turning back to check on whatever he had cooking in the pan atop the stove.
"Olly come on - I'm almost literally allergic to fashion and even I can tell that its ugly." She pointed out, thoroughly enjoying the banter for what it was.
"Y-yeah well, like I said, distinctive! I mean-" Oliver started, pausing briefly to plate whatever he had been cooking and then placing it on the table in front of her. "- I bet you'll always remember the first time a boy cooked you breakfast right?" He finished with a smirk that he only managed to hold in place for about a half second before what he said caught up with him and he whirled back around in embarrassment.
"A-anyway. French toast! I'll grab the maple syrup!" He blurted out, scrambling towards the fridge.
Taylor, for her part just stared after him with her mouth half open in a reply she never got the chance to make.
'I don't believe I, or your father, count.' Emmy added in, just to really rub it in.
When Oliver came back she was decidedly not blushing, because that would mean she was admitting defeat.
"Emmy counts!" She blurted out as Oliver came back with the maple syrup, pausing when she yelled out and then sending her a a worried look, sat down opposite her.
"So... you and Him...?" Oliver asked tentatively.
'I'm married.' The projection in question answered immediately.
'You're what!?' She screeched mentally, suddenly forgetting everything else that was going on.
'...Well, this version of me is.' He hastily corrected himself, causing Taylor to release a sudden sigh.
"Is everything-" Oliver started to ask again but she cut him short.
"I'm good. Sorry. Uh... Emmy doesn't count, I guess." She gave in with another mild blush.
"Oh. Cool." Oliver answered with a boyish smile that quickly faded from his face as they both set to eating. When the meal was finished, he looked at her pensively.
"So... I just wanted to make sure you knew but- I didn't see any of the other Travelers down there Taylor. Not during the fight, not with the victims. I'm... honestly kind of worried. Krouse didn't really do 'run away'." He stated seriously.
"Without Echidna-" She paused when Oliver winced at the name, then corrected herself.
"Without Noelle, how much damage can he actually do?" She asked immediately, already going over in her mind the ways she could deal with a teleporter. It shouldn't be too difficult. It was mostly that one girl she had to worry about, Sundancer? She was tough, but not, 'stand in the middle of a sun' tough.
"Not a lot." Oliver admitted easily before continuing, "but he's smart. And he knows you can bring people back. That means you're his only chance at getting Noelle back."
"I'll have to keep an eye out. At least if he's smart he'll realize that surprise teleporting me into a miniature sun won't actually help him. If he needs me he can't risk putting me in a no-win situation, because I can still guarantee that everyone loses." She said, still rolling the problem over in her head. She would have to tell the PRT when she went in later today at the very least.
The rest of the conversation was on much more relaxed topics. Mostly, Taylor just let Oliver talk, most of which was about video games, which she found amusing. If she squinted, she could almost see how Oliver might have gotten along with Uber and Leet. Almost.
Regardless, they finished eating and Taylor was treated to the novel experience of someone else doing the dishes, which Oliver offered to do with gusto, before setting out to the PRT headquarters for the day.
Or that was the plan anyway.
She got side tracked somewhere between leaving the kitchen and actually exiting the building when Jess marched up to her out of nowhere, eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep.
"I need your help." She declared desperately, grabbing Taylor's hand and pulling her towards her fathers office.
"...Right now? Look I know I've been sort of ignoring you and my Dad-" She started gently pulling her hand away so she didn't accidentally pull the woman's arm out of it's socket. She tried to hide her exasperation. She grasped, in a general sense, that her Dad was free to date or be around whoever he wanted. She accepted that she didn't have to like or agree to it any more than she felt like he should be able to tell her who to be around.
So she tried to just not notice it because it made her supremely uncomfortable. Which isn't to say she didn't notice. Just that she tried not to.
"This isn't about your Dad! Just- can you take us to Carol's house?" Jess countered immediately, reaching back up to snatch Taylor's hand.
"Why? Is Vicky okay?" Taylor asked immediately, pivoting with the topic change and immediately raising a hand into the air that suddenly held Nemesis in it.
"She's fine. Stupid. But fine. Let's just go, I'll explain when we get there." Jess urges.
There was a lot she could say to that, but lacking a reason to do so, she just pursed her lips and opened a gap.
Seriously, she just wanted one day where nothing ridiculous happened. Was that too much to ask?
Tuesday, February 15th, 2011
Dallon Household, Brockton Bay
The Dallon household was a mess. Or possibly, a warzone, if she was being entirely objective about things. Papers and legal texts were scattered about the house, with the bulk of them positioned atop the kitchen table, around which sat all of New Wave's adults, while the children watched on from slightly further away using whatever seating they could appropriate.
The Pelham kids, Shielder and Laserdream were watching their parents anxiously, and Vicky was hovering back and forth between both groups as though unsure where to position herself. Amy was sitting slightly further away, with the blank expression of a child who knows their input is unwanted and unneeded.
Brandish was the first person to notice her, sitting at the head of the table like a queen surveying her court.
"Taylor! Perfect. We'll need to stick together on this and you got a better look than us." She declared primly, waving her over.
"Better look at what?" She muttered in confusion, but slowly shifted forward to join the rest of the group regardless.
"Carol thinks it's a good idea to go after Alexandria." Jess explained in a dry, annoyed tone that may have had less to do with the subject matter, and more to do with who she was speaking to.
"Jess, she lied to us. This is everything New Wave stands for!" Carol fired back immediately, her face a mask of stern determination and self righteous ire.
"Oh, so 'we' stand for something when I happen to have better evidence than you?" Jess hissed back.
"This and that are separate. Surely as allies we need to stand together on this!" Carol returned setting her shoulders as though preparing for a fight.
"Al- Who's your ally? I'm couch surfing right now Carol! I don't have a home!" Jess barked with a scowl.
"Naturally as outed capes, we have to stick together! Taylor, you and Vicky are friends aren't you?" Carol stated as though explaining a simple fact, pivoting to her for confirmation and summarily ignoring Jess' annoyed response.
"Mom!' Vicky protested weakly, but Taylor just stared at the group, before raising one hand in the air for attention and silence.
"...Sorry, what exactly are we talking about right now?" She asked, not directly addressing anything else that had been said right away. Incredulous looks were shared around the table before turning back towards her.
"You saw those Alexandria copies right? She's Rebecca Costa-Brown. Leader of the PRT." Sara Pelham chimed in, an uneasy look her face as she looked between her sister and the woman who could have been family.
Taylor's face went slack as she processed that. She didn't really watch TV, or keep up with the news in any capacity that didn't directly affect her, so she felt she could be forgiven for not recognizing the woman on sight. But she did recognize that name. The PRT and the Protectorate were distinct organizations for a reason. The PRT was intended to act as oversight to it's Parahuman arm, and emphatically was not intended to be run by one. The fact that the leader of both groups was essentially the same person all but screamed 'conflict of interests'.
She quickly ran down everything she knew about the situation. It was obvious, in retrospect, that Legend had been anxious about talking to her because he'd assumed she'd realized this much earlier than she actually had. Eidolon's antagonistic response - which she had ignored, because the man was famously antisocial - also made sense in this new light.
But what were the long term results? First, too many people had seen something to just sweep this up. Even without New Wave going on the warpath, the information would get out somehow. The PRT was stretched too thin just dealing with the bad guys to wage an info war against its allies. Not to mention the villains that had been present yesterday. So some action would have to be taken. There was no avoiding that. The only question was what. Alexandria's name could be dragged through the mud in every form of media available, she could be fired from her position as Director of the PRT, she could even be criminally charged if that suited the powers that be.
But.
What purpose did that serve? Alexandria was one of the most prolific capes on the planet. Trust in parahuman law enforcement was based on trust in her, in some respects. More so, Wards teams all over the planet enjoyed a degree of safety because of the overriding fear that killing one would draw her ire. And it would. Alexandria had made very clear examples of what happened if you interfered with the Wards program over the years. She played a key and pivotal roll in basically every Endbringer fight - being one of the only capes who could easily go toe to toe with the monsters.
So even with all aforementioned legal action and mud slinging in play, it was unlikely she would be punished beyond simply being forced to step down from her position in one or both identities. She was too useful otherwise.
Like Emma, which rankled more than she was willing to admit.
"Tay? You're doing the thing again." Vicky whispered to her, pulling her from her reverie and drawing her attention to her blankly smiling face by waving at her how face haphazardly.
"Sorry. So, to be clear." She stated, turned back to Carol who was shooting Jess a look that scanned to her as somewhere between 'smug' and 'triumphant'.
"You want to take legal action against Alexandria? And because I - and presumably Jess - saw her face clearly you need our help?" She asked neutrally, not actually changing her expression just yet.
"Yes! We can't just let them get away with this! It flies in the face of-" Carol began to declare with fervor. Taylor... didn't really care? She had looked up to the woman when she had first been starting out, but her continued experiences with how she treated Jess, and apparently Amy, did not paint a flattering picture. Now she just found herself wondering how New Wave had survived this long being led by someone so... stupid.
"Mom! I- I'm sure she had a good reason! Alexandria is a good guy!" Vicky tried weakly to defend the original wielder of her power sets namesake. Alexandria wasn't just a flying brute. She was the flying brute after which all others - like Vicky - were patterned. Her heart briefly went to her friend. She herself would probably be feeling a far greater sense of disbelief and dismay if she hadn't just come fresh off the heels of dealing with Emma, which was a similar if lower profile situation. She resented, deeply, the fact that her planning power kept telling her that she had already achieved the best possible outcome, with Emma an asset for the forces of good and all possible consequences against her leveraged.
But that didn't mean that she didn't accept it for what it was.
"I can't recommend going forward with this." She responded to the impassioned woman in front of her. This time it was Carol's turn to look stricken while Jess sent her smug looks.
"But-" She tried to speak, rallying.
"They can't get rid of Alexandria. I doubt they could contain her if they tried. So she's not going to jail. She goes to every Endbringer fight, so they aren't going to force her to stop being Alexandria. Bringing this to the public eye just lowers trust in the Protectorate, which means more villains, which means more crime. Going after her won't achieve anything that politely demanding she resign won't already achieve, with the added benefit that you won't be making an enemy of the PRT. You're a lawyer. Shouldn't you know better than to contend with the US government?" She rattled off, quickly condensing all of her observations together.
Most of New Wave was looking at her now, many of them with dawning looks of understanding and horror as it occurred to them how badly the government could hurt them if it really wanted to. Sarah sent a worried look Panacea's way for some reason during all of this. It didn't matter that Alexandria was in the wrong. All that mattered was that she represented them and that meant attacks against her were attacks against the government itself.
Again, the logic was ridiculous and stupid, but it was the truth so it was what she would work with.
Unfortunately, Carol Dallon, as she had previously noted, was somewhat of an idiot.
"...If you aren't going to help then get out." She bit out past a contorted snarl, turning away from her and Jess like they weren't physically present. Taylor shot a glance at Vicky, who was looking between her mother and her in obvious distress, and sent her an apologetic look of her own before starting out of the building.
She paused at the front door to shoot a questioning look at Amy, who shook her head slightly in response.
Shrugging, she opened a gap back to the Heap and stepped through it.
Tuesday, February 15th, 2011
PRT Headquarters, Brockton Bay
The PRT headquarters was practically buzzing with activity when she arrived there. As much as she had wanted to stay casual in her greeting and offer - Alexandria was her favourite hero after all - she now felt compelled to make this visit less about being friendly, and more about doing business. Which was why she had shimmied into her costume, which, while comfortable once it was on, was entirely too much work to get on.
The crisis being over as it was, she was forced to step through a gap into the parking garage, rather than the building proper as she arrived. The exception that was made for her during the crisis was technically past, and while she could push her luck, she felt like now wasn't really the time for such things. As she set foot in the garage, she felt Emmy appear behind her, and she stopped to take a deep breath. The hideous crack in the concrete was still present, having been widened just enough for a group of people to pass through it by some brute or blaster no doubt.
She wished she could say that the screams of a hundred dead coming from that hole in the ground were all in her head, because at least then she could just go see a psychiatrist or something. Unfortunately, what she was hearing was very... literal.
The ghosts of every clone she had slain were down in that tunnel. Along with-
"I can feel you up there. Come and talk. I don't bite." Noelle's voice drifted up from below.
She pointedly ignored it, at least for the moment. In her experience, it took a while for ghosts to get powerful enough to be dangerous in the first place, so she could come back and deal with... that later.
[Are you alright?] Ozma asked gently. She considered it for a moment and decided that - yes, she would probably be okay. Eventually. So she just shrugged.
As was the norm for her - she honestly doubted any other independent visited the PRT nearly as frequently as she apparently had to - she moved up to the large metal door that served as the parking entrance to the building and waited for someone watching the camera feed attached to it to come get her. She could just kick the door down. She could kick the building down if she was being honest at this point, but there was no point to that, so she didn't.
She did consider it when it occurred to her that Emma was probably in here somewhere, but in the end, just decided to avoid the Wards common room if at all possible.
Eventually a PRT agent came to get her - all stiff backed and rigid with these guys, seriously, it's not like she was going to eat one of them or something - and she was led into the building. Unlike her usual circuitous route to the Director's office, she was quickly led off to another meeting room, where Legend was apparently already waiting.
"Nexus. I was wondering if you would be back so soon. Yesterday couldn't have been easy for you." The charismatic man offered with an apologetic smile. She felt her eye twitch slightly at that. It was hard to reconcile the fact that she was talking with one of the greatest heroes in the world, the Blaster to all accounts, against the fact that he was apparently complicit in Alexandria's little conspiracy.
Still, the man was nothing if not friendly, which was more than she could say for a majority of the Capes she had met recently, so she let the momentary spike of conflicting irritation and worship pass into a form of neutral acceptance.
"I honestly would have preferred to take the time off, but I wasn't sure I would get the chance to see you again before you left town. How long are you staying?" She asked politely, taking a seat and barely noticing the protective way Emmy positioned himself behind her.
Or menacing. He could just be being menacing. He did that, sometimes.
"Just until tonight. We have to get back home to make sure no one gets any ideas, but this situation is deserves our full attention." Legend answered with a shrug, tapping his fingers on the table in front of him idly.
"The Alexandria thing right? When's she going to resign?" She asked pointedly. It was amazing what you could achieve using creative interpretations of politeness. Honestly, she didn't know how she would handle this conversation if she hadn't absorbed a certain degree of passive aggressive sniping from Emmy. She had to actively fight to keep the mask like smile from falling across her face as Legend stiffened slightly then sighed dejectedly.
"I guess this was unavoidable huh? We... talked about it. She'll be stepping down in the coming months, as soon as she can train someone else to replace her. I know it's a lot to ask but, please, if you could avoid spreading this around. Trust in the PRT is all that-" Legend began to beseech her only for her to cut him off.
"Yeah, I know, public trust, Endbringers, blah blah." She cut him off, slightly annoyed to have all her own conclusions thrown back at her even if they were correct. She could hear Emmy stifle a snort of laughter behind her and turned around to shoot him a look that promised retribution before turning back to Legend and shrugging at his taken aback look.
"Thinker power." She explained without preamble, cocking her head to one side as she decided how to frame her next question.
"Does she need healing, by the way? Her eye, I mean." She eventually asked, giving up on tact.
"I doubt you could heal her. The same effect that makes her indestructible makes her impossible to heal more or less." Legend offered cautiously, obviously having resigned himself to being caught off guard.
"I could still try. Unless she just prefers to have one eye or something." She stated dryly. Legend looked like he wanted to say something to that but stopped short when the door to the room slid open and Alexandria herself walked in.
"You are remarkably relaxed for someone who should be furious with me." She noted easily.
"Killed a bunch of you already. Also, I have a power that keeps me calm, so there's that." She answered immediately. Which was... partially true. Yes, Inner Peace was a contributing factor to her ability to be objective about all of this. However, more so than that, her sense of what constituted 'strange' and 'bizarre' had recently started to warp slightly. There just... wasn't much the world could throw at her that would surprise her anymore. She was already living the worlds weirdest Cape life. Compared to ostensibly being part dragon, owning a castle, and doing literal magic, this situation just didn't really hit her internal richter scale the way it might once have.
Actually, she was a dragon and owned a castle. She had never thought the words in that sequence before but now that she was-
'Should I be looking into getting all my money changed to golden coins so I can sleep on a pile of them? Am I going to start kidnapping princesses?' She asked Emmy silently.
'...No, and not unless you really want to and have good compatibility.' He responded somewhat sarcastically.
"Nexus?" Legend asked when she abruptly stopped talking.
"Sorry. Had a thought. Don't worry about it. Anyway. Do you want me to heal you or not?" She asked, turning towards the worlds most powerful woman who was shooting her an unreadable look behind her visor.
"I'd like to know why you're offering, first. I won't be bribed or blackmailed." She replied succinctly, sitting down halfway between her and Legend and tenting her hands atop the table.
Taylor blinked. Then blinked again.
"Are you going to keep fighting the Endbringers?" She asked wryly.
"Yes." Alexandria responded promptly.
"Well I figure depth perception would probably help with that." She continued bluntly.
"Look this isn't complicated. I can heal you. You can punch Behemoth. Endbringers are bad. Punching them is good. What do you want me to say? You aren't one of those weirdos like Piggot who's uncomfortable when someone doesn't have an ulterior motive are you?" She asked, narrowing her eyes in question. Honestly, she would never understand some of these people. She just wasn't cut out for scheming.
...The power that let her scheme aside.
The tense stare down between the two of them was cut off by Legend suddenly breaking out in laughter. Alexandria turned to stare at him with all the elegance and grace of an extremely annoyed woman.
"Look, you have to admit, she's refreshingly straight forward." He explained, gesturing flippantly in her direction. She ignored the part of her that registered that as a preemptive attack and suggested she cut the hand off before a laser could come out of it.
"...I'll need to consult with some people before making a decision. The Simurgh is coming, and I'd prefer to avoid any unwanted side effects until I'm sure we can manage them." Alexandria eventually said, turning back towards her.
"However, thank you. Depth perception would be helpful." She added in a tone that could... almost... be joking if it wasn't so staunch sounding.
"Cool. You know where to find me." She replied, having finally gotten through her to do list for the day and desperately wanting to just go home and read a book or something. She got up to do just that - heedless of whether or not she had actually been dismissed - then paused as she made it to the doorway.
"Also, you've got an army of ghosts in the basement. I'll have to come by and look at them later." She stated, earning another taken aback look from Legend and a flat stare from Alexandria.
'Smooth Master. Very smooth.'
'I prefer refreshingly straightforward~'