Louise
The roads going through the suburbia of new london was always quite peaceful. Perhaps its thanks to how few capes rip through these parts, and even then, how low stakes it can be. 

Usually... Sometimes, there ARE shoot outs, and terrors that pass by, but never in enough frequency to make it any more dangerous than any other part of new london.

This is why Toy Maker decided to route through here on his bike to make it to vanguard HQ, but oh, is anything ever that simple? It wasn't long before some strange doll in a purple dress had started to chase him down for fun.

"_Ahahah!_" Her hollow voice rang out. "_ Dance! Dance hero! For the entertainment of your Princess!_" She hollered, throwing blasts of purple energy as she followed toy maker from above.

`"Buzz off Poppet! I was just trying to cross the city!"` Toy maker responded with their robotically androgynous voice from their arm. They were making a mad dash on foot, having lost their bike to a blast from earlier. He'd not even had a real way to _deal_ with Poppet, anything he had wouldn't hold her back.

So there the two were, Poppet chasing down Toy maker down the sidewalks of the suburb.
Jose
The scenic route was always a bad choice...
The cold hero walked through the streets alone, wary of her surroundings. Her eyes darted from left to right, very nervous of everyone around her. She typically didn't take this route back home from the library, but there appeared to be something going on in her normal route. She held newly borrowed books in her hardcase, as she quickly yet quietly walked the streets. Everyone knew she existed, at this point, but no one knew what she could truly do. The one thing everyone did know, however, was that her name was Mistral.

She sighed as she stopped to take a breather. She had been sitting on a bench and pulled out an apple... She kept her focus on eating the fruit, ignoring the civilians giving her strange looks as per usual. They never really understood, nor would they ever. She had just taken her first bite, when she saw Toy Maker coming her way.

Panic immediately started to ensue. She always attempted to avoid conflict, as it reminded her of her past. She could fight, as she trained outside the city with her butler, who despite not having a shard, had amazing combative skills. But up until now, she truly had no reason. This time however, there was no avoiding this one. If she didn't at least defend herself, surely, one of those stray shots would hit her upon the bench, and she'd end up hurt in the middle of the city. That... Was the farthest, furthest away from her intentions that she possibly could want. She didn't want a soul to find out her identity, as that would have to happen if she went to the hospital.

All while thinking this, she stared upon Toy Maker as he was approaching her. She begun to nervously sweat her thoughts back and forth. She at least got up, but was shaking in her boots. Should she help? Or should she run? The safe decision was to bolt herself... But she knew that if she followed her to a different direction, that she could become the one in the disadvantageous state. This thinking back and forth gave Toy Maker enough time to reach Mistral...
Louise
`"Uh oh!"` Toy maker's electronic voice rings out as they nearly slammed straight into mistral. The hero quickly slammed the breaks on their feet and as consequence for just barely stopping the collision, They were hit by one of Poppet's kinetic energy blasts, and sent tumbling down the side walk, comically bouncing past Mistral in the process.

"_Ahahahahha! Couldn't keep up it seems! You really should have just pushed that cosplayer out of the way or something!_" Poppet giggled to herself a little before dropping herself down to the ground, and waltzing towards the both of them. "_Once I get my hands on you, Who knows what i'll do! _" Just a few feet away from Mistral, she brought the back of her right hand to her face and started laughing maniacally
Jose
Mistral would look upon Toy Maker in a panic. Something about his looks got to her emotionally.. Was it that he looked young? No... Or maybe it was the aesthetic of his costume? The blue was rather pretty. She could not tell. Either way, she looked to Poppet with a fierce look. Her eyes gleamed like fire, as she glared down the purple kinetic, one of her very real chakrams being pulled out.

"You should really consider backing off... Its clear you have no clue who you're messing with, eggplant."
*Her words were coldly spat out as she started forming ice in the opposite hand. While she typically did not intervene with these sort of things, she wasn't just going to let someone get severely hurt right in front of her. She backed up, in front of Toy Maker, acting as a sort of guard to him. Her voice rang out from in front of him.*

"Can you stand? This may be a long battle ahead of us..."
*It seems she was at least concerned for Toy Maker, but her intentions couldn't be made truly clear from her voice.*
Louise
"_E G G P L A N T?!_" Poppet shouted, Recoiling back in a dramatic reaction to the new nickname.

Toy Maker grunted as they rose to their feet, their costume now scuffed up, their prosthetic arm more than a little scrapped, but still functional. `"I'll be okay- Are you really sure you want to do this?"` Toy maker wiped the dust off and Got into a fighting Stance, Flicking open his wrist to reveal the barrel of an ARM CANNON. They proceeded to reach down and Load a small piece of concrete, that was kicked up by one of Poppet's blasts, into the cannon. 

Toy maker looked to her for an answer to his question as Princess poppet folded her arms and rose a little in the air, her hair flowing in the wind. The hero wasn't sure of what Mistral could really do, they'd seen her around in costume a few times, but never.. Witnessed her using powers of any kind.

"_My name is Princess Poppet! And By my royal decree, I demand you bow before me!_" Poppet's Mouth piece fell open and a gathering of Purple energy started to grow in the space between her porcelain lips.
Jose
Mistral looked to Toy Maker and gave a firm nod. She then looked back to Pop- *Princess* Poppet... She thought about how self-centered of a nickname that was, only wanting to ground her even further. She seemed to be growing rather tense about the situation, showing an air of unease in her movements.
"Truthfully, I don't... But I feel there is no such thing as talking my way through this one. The name is... Mistral."

*Without giving Princess Poppet a response, she'd flip backwards springing upon one hand, and form a few icicles behind her in the air, all using cryogenesis and cryokinesis, the icicles about two feet over the back of Mistral's head in an arc-like fashion. They weren't as sharp as a blade, but still pointy enough to do some heavy damage. Her cape flew about in a small wind created from the ice. She was quite prepared to launch them at Poppet, as they were aimed directly at her.*

All in the same vein, she kept a close ear to Toy Maker. An ally is quite useful in a situation like this. On the inside, fear rid through her almost entirely, as well as anxiety, but she hid this well with her cold demeanor. She hoped they could get this fight done as quickly as possible. She had eyed the T.M. On his costume while flipping...*
"Toy Maker, right? I have heard the name, but never seen... Pray tell, what is this grape cretin after?"
*Despite her cold demeanor, she had a rather posh voice, odd for a hero with no real name to her.*
Louise
Toy maker smiled, his grin reaching past his collar with pride. He was happy to see his name's been getting around, that must be the work of those who he'd helped get his tinkered prosthetics.

`"She's a no good punk. Just a few months ago, she blew up a local department store, and fought against Arcana. She stands only to make trouble."`

Poppet didn't quite rebuke the claims, but she did Spout her energy at the Icy shards in hopes of smashing them to pieces, the light of the beam bearing down on them with it's purple hue as it collided with the ice, pouring from her mouth like a breath of fire. Next, her entire began to coalesce that same energy, the hinge on her mouth closed, and she turned quickly to eye them down "_I suggest you listen to me or you'll get worse than they did!_"
Jose
Mistral noticed the icy shards shatter from her attacks. It seems she would have to play more of a ranged game with Poppet, rather then a physical one. She took this opportunity to ice her chakram with a quick cryogenesis, before launching it at Poppet. This allowed her to control the chakram's direction midflight with cryokinesis.
"How about you listen to this one, meathead!" 

As she was focusing on this, she decided to reply to Toy Maker. A few of his words shocked her greatly.
"An entire department store...? That's insanity.. Arcana?! I was considering joining Arcana at one point..."
Her words were less focused then usual, due to focusing on the current attack.
Louise
In a flash, poppet surged her power, and like a lightbulb with too much current, she starts to glow with a bright purple shine, making a swipe at the chakram and grasping it with one hand. Surprising, if Ill informed

"_Hahaha! Got your weapon! Whatcha gonna do now, Ice Queen!_"

`"You can't be serious, Mistral, tell me you can do something about that."` Toy maker said, keeping his arm cannon trained on poppet, ready to let loose if she tried to attack again.
Jose
"Oh, glad you asked!"
Mistral looked at Poppet with a sinister grin. She'd use her cryokinesis from a range away, attempting to not only spin the chakram while its in Poppet's own hand, but give it a bit of force towards herself. This would be a very painful and powerful attack if it hit, and would also allow her to get her chakram back with ease using the same cryokinesis.

She nodded, replying to Toy Maker. She was now quite confident in her abilities to take down this princess of the grapes.
"Of course I can, Toy Maker. I have backup plans if this doesn't work..."

Even through this however, this was all simply a facade. Deep down, she was quite nervous, and worried this battle would not go right.
Louise
Though the spinning of the chakram didn't bother her none it seems, The tugging began dragging her down from the sky! _"H-HEY!"_ she hollered, Her body swelling with that purple energy again. Suddenly she was fighting back a lot harder against the pull of mistral's kinesis. She was actively gaining ground again back in the air, but couldn't do much more than pull, harder and harder on the weapon.

`" I think this will do fine actually!"` Toy Maker commented, leveling his arm, aiming for poppet's grip on the chakram. `"Steady... And... Fire."` Panels on his arm flared up and open to exhaust back blast, the mechanism he had in his arm sending the rock he loaded FLYING at incredible speeds at Poppet's hands. When they collided, they knocked her grip loose and chipped the porcelain.

Princess poppet was sent flying several feet back from her own strength, and tumbled in the air. When she stopped, she lowered her energy down to a mere dim glow, and oriented herself. Those chipped hands dusted off and patted down her fluffy skirt. She spotted the chips and cracks and a low growl emitted fro mher hollow voice, those same hands now balled into fists. _"Grrr... Fine, you want to rough house! I can rough house! Let's see how you like damaged hands!"_

Princess poppet started to bullet towards the both of them, her fists forward as she flew in, looking to tackle Toy Maker specifically, but not aiming all that well in her rage.