<div style="text-align: center"><b>New York City, USA - <i>Blizzard</i></b>​</div><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--right lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://i.postimg.cc/KjNcwYs2/FEB201008.jpg" title="FEB201008.jpg">
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</div>It was easy to lose yourself in the Big Apple. Maybe that was why so many people chose to live here.<br/><br/>There was a lot of stuff Blizzard didn't like about New York. The people were rude, the streets were dirty, and most certainly, it could get pretty dangerous at night. Hell, it was pretty dangerous even during the day. But it was home. And there was never any place like home. Maybe that was why she came back here. Whereas other people would probably come here to lose themselves in the crowd, Blizzard found that this was the one place she could find herself, the one place where she could be herself.<br/><br/>It was the place where she felt like she was the most free.<br/><br/>Blizzard had been traversing through the city, "surfing" through the sky on an ice trail she continuously created. Though the ice often melted quickly under the power of the sun, apparently that pissed a lot of people off too, considering any unlucky denizen was liable to get drenched if they didn't realize what they were standing under. Still, how else was she supposed to get around? Flying by way of ice vapor was simpler but she'd have to be flying really fast to even comfortably do something like that, lest the best she could do was glide forward awkwardly, and that would just--<br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"M-My purse! Someone stop that man!"</span></i>The shrill voice of a panicked woman cried out from the streets below. Blizzard's head snapped down and her body moved before her mind could process, instantly turning her ice trail downward.<br/><br/>As she got closer, the young hero was quickly able to make out a rugged looking man running through the sidewalk, with a distractingly pink purse in his arms to give himself away, on top of the crowds of people standing aside in surprise. With a clearing like that, Blizzard knew exactly what to do.<br/><br/>Zooming to ground level, Blizzard landed several meters in front of the man, who was running right in her direction now. With a wide berth right in front of her, the young woman let out a huff before nonchalantly thrusting an arm forward, holding out an open palm to the ground in front of her. In no time, a small but noticeable portion of the sidewalk turned slightly lighter in color... as it had suddenly become enveloped in ice. And so...<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"Gaah...!"</span>The crook exclaimed as he stepped into position, slipping on the iced up sidewalk. With his momentum working against him, the man fell to the ground on his back with a loud, painful thud, the stolen purse flying into the air until it was safely caught by Blizzard, who casually placed her other hand on her hip.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Man... I really need to find me a super villain. Not that I <i>want </i>someone to go out and commit bigger scale crimes, but... I've really gotta stop messing with petty purse snatchers,"</span>Blizzard mused to herself as though the crook writhing in pain beneath her was of no matter to her. What's next, is she gonna have to save a cat out of a tree too?<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Aah... <i>Shikata ga nai</i>, I guess,"</span>the woman continued, casually tossing the purse back to the poor woman who had managed to eventually catch up, in awe of the powered woman. As the civilians murmured to themself, some in admiration and others in some other strange lackluster reaction like they'd seen this kind of stunt before, Blizzard pursed her lips, feeling like she felt even more self-conscious than if they were all to break into raucous applause. At least<i>that </i>would have been a sign that she was doing something right. But as for this guy...<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"Unngh..."</span><br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">Do I like, take him to the police station myself? I'm not carrying this dude around on my ice trail. Maybe like, the hospital? I hope I didn't bang him up too much. Is there a cop nearby I can just lump him to? Would the cop even do anything about this? Ugh, my least favorite part about this shtick,</span></i>Blizzard awkwardly thought to herself, crossing an arm.<br/><br/>Just another day in the life of novice superhero Blizzard. Though she would certainly resent being called a novice. A whole year by herself counted for something, right?