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</div><br/><b>Byakuya City, Japan</b><i><b> - Clown Car</b></i><br/>Crowds of people were dispersing and fleeing, and that meant Brielle's "unsupervised store front" sense was tingling. Let's see, let's see, was there anything good around? Ooh! A pachinko parlor! An electronics shop! A store entirely dedicated to stockings! She slunk around each one raiding the cash boxes and stuffing away any choice items. While she was on her little "shopping" spree, she raided a nearby adult bookstore, but out of sympathy for her favorite industry, she left all the cash she'd taken behind the counter.<br/>She was just exiting a maid cafe (having decided to steal one of the maids on duty) when the mood struck her to spectate for awhile. Whatever this was with the witch's and lizard dudes, it looked like it was going to be violent. And Brielle loved few things more than violence.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/><i>Meanwhile, on the other side of the Pacific... </i><br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/y0FwJj3.png" title="y0FwJj3.png">
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</div><b>Paradise City, USA </b>-<b><i>Gehenna Girl</i></b><br/>Paradise City stood as a shining beacon of prosperity, liberty, and advancement in the sciences and the arts. Constructed on a series of artificial islands just off California, it enjoyed a measure of autonomy thanks to the connections and influences of its founder, funder, and current mayor, Perseus "Citizen" Cane. It was intended to be a citadel that welcomed people of all cultures and backgrounds, and particularly catered to those with unusual qualities and abilities that might lead them to feel out of place. Griselda Gunnarsdottir -- increasingly known in her community as 'Gehenna Girl' -- found a lot to like about it. The top-notch schools offering scholarships to bright, meta-empowered youths, the fact that vigilantism was sanctioned, and the diverse cultural mash-ups provided an unparalleled array of food options for the flame fatale's insatiable appetite.<br/><br/>But the thing she liked best was the fact that it was quite the libertine metropolis, and it was perfectly acceptable for her to walk about completely nude. Though she<i>did</i>quite enjoy flaunting her fit and curvalicious body, it was more for the practical matter that she was constantly incinerating her clothes and she was glad to no longer have to worry about it. Today she had something a little extra to show off: a tungsten barbell pierced through her left nipple. She'd been waiting awhile for the custom piece of jewelry to come in.<br/><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">"I can't believe it's gonna be a good day"</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)"> </span>she mused. Suddenly a jeep smashed through the pavement in front of her. Ah yes, that was the other thing about living in Paradise City. Being home to so many advanced industries and science laboratories, secret societies and bizarre religious movements, and embassies from other worlds, it wasn't uncommon for some monster, supervillain, or other threat to terrorize the streets.<br/><br/>GiGi didn't consider herself the hero type, but given that she was powerful enough to handle a lot of these baddies and was always down for a good rumble, she'd quickly found herself fitting into the superhero mold. The popularity was quite a perk, admittedly. She got free food at the bodegas.<br/><br/>The crimson-skinned woman adjusted her glasses and then cracked her knuckles, sending sparks flying from her fist. She took off running to find what was throwing automobiles around, to find herself facing down a giant enemy crab... man... thing. Well. Hopefully it'd at least help her break a sweat. Figuratively speaking, of course.