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The Second Scale [Action]

[The thing with wanting to become a super-hero and wanting to be recruited into a team like the Omega friends or the Teen Titans?, is someone's actually got to pay attention to you. Ever since her conversation on Rumblr with a certain other rookie hero. Saft got it in her head that she should attempt the vigilante thing once or twice. Sure she wasn't up for stopping any big crimes yet, but something like a bank robbery shouldn't be too hard to handle. Afterall, No one wants the cash they're trying to make a run with set on fire now do they?

Once the parental guardians are fast asleep, Saft decides to raid her wardrobe for something suitable to wear outdoors. Sewing sadly isn't her forte, so for now she dons a black sweater and a black bike helmet she managed to nab off her foster dad, the visor's black enough so no one would be able to make out who she was underneath it.

Once she heads outside however she's just gonna cruise the streets for a while on her bicycle, (YES HER BICYCLE OF ALL THINGS. She's trying to save up for her own car!) Until something unusual catches her eye.]

Geeze, We live in a city full of super heroes and super creeps. I thought the night life would at least picked up at some point.

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[The night life is indeed about to pick up, at the hands of Skeletor's most... ahem, foul minion: the feared Stinkor!

Skeletor's standing orders are to spread chaos throughout Venture City and that's just what Stinkor is up to. The doors to a theater burst open and a crowd of panicked patrons spills out, all of them gagging and coughing as they're pursued by a cloud of... truly spectacularly smelly green fog. Hot on their heels is the skunk-colored creature, bounding through the air and landing on the roof of a parked car with another burst of sheer stench.]

Hahahaha! Nobody can defeat Stinkor!

Stinkor?

....Seriously? That's what passes as of a threat here?

[Having parked her bike somewhere safe, Saft is now leaned up against a wall arms, crossed and glancing at the strange creature from across the street, She's trying out this whole trying to be cool thing and wondering if it's actually working for her, because right now? However cool she thinks she looks, she may be coming off as a little too cocky.]

What's wrong? Did all the over super-villains kick you out of the cool super-villain club for being too stinky?

[Stinkor's head swivels around to spot Saft leaning against the wall and turns to face her, raising his hands up in the air.]

Stinkor will show you his power! The power of stink!

[And he casts his hands forward and unleashes a concentrated blast of terrible stink Saft's way in the form of a huge billowing green cloud.

It's pretty awful.

Like somebody mixed wet rotting garbage and dog farts with tear gas.]

[Oh ew...

Ew, ew. - that stench! She gets the point, Stinkor's stench is pretty well terrible, once it hits the girl's nostril's she coughs and goes to cover her mouth and nose as not to breathe in anymore but then she recalls she's wearing a bike helmet. If that stench is bad enough to sep it's way into her helmet then she really doesn't have a chance in heck to defend herself from the smell.]

Augh! Do you realize how bad that is?!

Skating along at high speed past her towards no where in particular came Spark past Saft. She almost barely noticed the other woman other than the fact her speed would probably throw her off balance. Even if she didn't accidentally knock her over, she did thrust back to look over at her to make sure she was all right. Then she noticed the helmet. "You might want to get a motor for that thing," she said, offering a hand if she had fallen.

"Nah, it's cool! I just don't want this thing to get too busted up as I'm gonna need it for getting me to sc-...Uh I mean getting me from place to place kicking butt and doing super heroey-things, Since I do this ALL the time!" Probably best not to let anyone else know that she was a newbie just yet, however the bicycle is probably a dead giveaway by now.

"So uh, I take it you're into the whole crime fighting thing too?"

Yeah, the motorcycle definitely a dead giveaway. She decided to try to withstand giggling at her attempts to seem superheroey with her words, though she doesn't entirely manage. Zapps just doesn't transmit that though so the robot just makes the body movements like laughter. A little. "Yup. Been at it a while though pretty new to this planet. Used to be part of the superhero team on my home planet. Though if you'd like to join me on a night on the town to go fight some bad guys, I'd enjoy it."

"Wait, another planet...like from an entirely different world?" Saft gives a little blink, she still hasn't really understood where her powers came from and the thought she could be other-worldly hadn't really crossed her mind, mostly because she's become so attached to the home she has here with the family she has.

"Actually, I think I might decline just for now. I've got some stuff to work out on my own... er no offence or anything."

The robot nods. "Yup. A planet lot like earth with seasons and stuff, but the people are different. I'd show you how, but I'd pass out without the suit on," Spark said, not feeling anything wrong with just telling people some of her weaknesses. Zapps decided to let her run her mouth for now and just watched around them. There was an eye above the normal set on the robot that spun around on a top track of sorts.

"You sure? I mean... heh," She rubbed the back of her head, trying to think some before holding the chin. "I guess it's fine. Okay," She said, though her voice was clearly a little disappointed to not be able to hang out with someone. She didn't jet out yet though, letting Saft make the first move to go away.

[Hey, Saft, you wanna help stop a robbery in progress?]

[The watch has not been kind tonight, and Ben's in Grey Matter form. Which means that taking out five guys hoping to knock over a jewelry store is going to be a pain in the rear. Ben's trying to be sneaky, so it won't look like anybody is trying to stop these creeps.]

[Oh yeah, She definitley wants in on that. Saft had been watching these goons for a while and had determined to herself that they were probably up to no good.

Keeping her distance until the last possible moment is normally what heroes do in these type of situations right?]

Ah, ah, ah....

Didn't your mommy ever tell you, not to touch things that aren't yours?

[Boom, dramatic entrance. Totally nailed it.]

[Wait. Who is...Is seriously wearing a sweater and bike helmet?]

[Okay, so he had no room to talk because he hadn't even had a mask to start off with, but still!]

[The leader gives a mocking pitiful look.] Mom left when I was a kid, so I don't know any better. Please let me go.

[The other goons snicker, pulling out weapons. These guys don't have any guns, but they've got expandable batons like you see riot police using in extreme situations.]

[Up above, Grey Matter keeps working on his rewiring of the speaker system in the store. Okay, just a little more here...a tad there...]

Sorry, can't do.

I'm handing you guys over to the proper authorities.

[Yikes, weapons... Not good. At least if anything goes wrong she can set something alight and make a quick run for it. Not very heroic but, rather she get away during her first crime fighting spree and not come home with bruises, cut and the like that she'd have to explain to the foster parents.]

Just you try that, little girl.

[Two guys rush at her, nightsticks raised and ready to start beating her. She doesn't look like a superhero. This would also teach a lesson to anyone else trying to pretend to be one.]

[Realizing that just sound isn't going to do it, Grey Matter's been fussing with the air conditioning unit which suddenly blasts out some insanely cold air. The temperature drops from a mild 73 degrees Farenheit to 20.]

What's going on?!

...!

[Don't flinch, don't flinch! Crud she's flinching. Way to show off your heroing skills but wait, what just happened? What's with the cold air?]

...What the?

[Ben also shivers, dropping down to Saft's shoulder in a crouch. He grins at her.]

Follow my lead.

[He covers where his ears would be.]

In three...two...

Where did you--

One.

[There is suddenly an unholy shrieking that fills the store. The bad guys howl in pain, grabbing at their own ears, but the damage has been done.]

[Watching the strange grey little frog man, Saft goes and covers her ears, wincing once the loud shriek hits everyone's ears. Why the hell did she let herself get into this mess?]

[Ben mentally ticks down the seconds until the sound shuts itself off. Then he leaps off of the girl's shoulder and hops over to one of the guys, reaching out to dig his fingers into a pressure point on the back of the guy's neck to momentarily cut off blood flow to his brain. The thug drops to the floor, Ben hopping away before he can get squashed.]

One down, four to go. [He looks to the girl in the motorcycle helmet.] Gonna need some help here!

[At least the gang is major-league disoriented by the shrill noise.]

Oh...right!

[Incoming thug coming up right behind her, as he swings an arm around to grab her by the neck, She notices and flinches just a bit, bringing her hands up to defend her only for them both to summon flames up in them.

...Well that's certainly going to set off the sprinklers.]

C'mon, really!? Ugh!

[The thug blinks for a second and then decides to try attacking again.]

Yeah, because attacking the girl with the flamey hands is a good idea right now.

[While Saft deals with him, Ben hops out of the way of one swinging their baton, moving so that he's perched on another's shoulder. The one who swung their weapon tries to hit Ben again as his buddy raises his hands in protest, but Ben hops away once more, letting the first take out the second with the missed attack.]

You guys aren't very good at this, are you?

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