Well, it's not exactly supervillians, but gangs out for mischief are certainly the sort of thing that a good superhero should put a stop to. Even if Sparklebright is pretty sure this strange alternate world doesn't have superheros. The so-called Blood seemed sort of like superheros, but not quite, and she wasn't quite comfortable enough to ask. So she's decided to stick to what she knows. Upholding truth, justice, and... well, not the American way she supposes, but the truth and justice for sure.
She'd been walking through the streets - flying seemed a bit too... indiscreet, since she didn't have her mask and costume on. Even if she supposedly didn't have to keep up a secret identity. But she'd come across a group of ruffians harassing an older woman, and a lack of costume wasn't going to keep her from stepping in. "Stop, evildoers!" she said, in the perfectly proper 'confronting the villains' way.
The ruffians laughed at her, but she'd expected that. Sparkles of light lit up in the air around her, and she had to clench her fists to keep her powers from lashing out of control. Glancing around she saw another person approaching. "Stay back, citizen, I will deal with these miscreants!"
Warm Front
The idea of using her powers - and it really did feel exactly the same as using her normal powers - to generate warmth was weird. Warmth was the purview of the fire manipulators, or maybe some minor, second or third string support heroes, not her. Then again, even her normal powers were behaving weird here, so she supposed that it was just another feature of this weird alternate reality she'd ended up in. At least this way she could be useful. She liked being useful. Just... not to the Superpatriots Incorporated anymore. And here, there was no way they could find her.
So, despite the weirdness of the job, she was in a remarkably good mood as she met up with her fellow Stranger. "Good morning! Have you done this before?"
Etiquette - Farcaster
[She's worked for years with Mechamation and Imagineer. Strange devices do not phase her at all. Sure it takes a little getting used to, but she figures it out]
Everything seems so very formal here. [There's a thoughtful pause] Like, actually formal, not the sort of 'uphold the public image' formal I'm used to. But if Blood women are Ladies, what are non-Blood women called?
Wildcard [Anything you want with a corperate raised superhero who's currently on the run from her contract! I can be found on plurk at palmedfire]
Yelena Batzdorf/Sparklebright | Velveteen vs.
Well, it's not exactly supervillians, but gangs out for mischief are certainly the sort of thing that a good superhero should put a stop to. Even if Sparklebright is pretty sure this strange alternate world doesn't have superheros. The so-called Blood seemed sort of like superheros, but not quite, and she wasn't quite comfortable enough to ask. So she's decided to stick to what she knows. Upholding truth, justice, and... well, not the American way she supposes, but the truth and justice for sure.
She'd been walking through the streets - flying seemed a bit too... indiscreet, since she didn't have her mask and costume on. Even if she supposedly didn't have to keep up a secret identity. But she'd come across a group of ruffians harassing an older woman, and a lack of costume wasn't going to keep her from stepping in. "Stop, evildoers!" she said, in the perfectly proper 'confronting the villains' way.
The ruffians laughed at her, but she'd expected that. Sparkles of light lit up in the air around her, and she had to clench her fists to keep her powers from lashing out of control. Glancing around she saw another person approaching. "Stay back, citizen, I will deal with these miscreants!"
Warm Front
The idea of using her powers - and it really did feel exactly the same as using her normal powers - to generate warmth was weird. Warmth was the purview of the fire manipulators, or maybe some minor, second or third string support heroes, not her. Then again, even her normal powers were behaving weird here, so she supposed that it was just another feature of this weird alternate reality she'd ended up in. At least this way she could be useful. She liked being useful. Just... not to the Superpatriots Incorporated anymore. And here, there was no way they could find her.
So, despite the weirdness of the job, she was in a remarkably good mood as she met up with her fellow Stranger. "Good morning! Have you done this before?"
Etiquette - Farcaster
[She's worked for years with Mechamation and Imagineer. Strange devices do not phase her at all. Sure it takes a little getting used to, but she figures it out]
Everything seems so very formal here. [There's a thoughtful pause] Like, actually formal, not the sort of 'uphold the public image' formal I'm used to. But if Blood women are Ladies, what are non-Blood women called?
Wildcard
[Anything you want with a corperate raised superhero who's currently on the run from her contract! I can be found on plurk at