<b>Paradise City, USA – Gehenna Girl
	

	
	
		
		



		
		
	


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</b><br/>Gehenna Girl watched Ziyóu leave with a twinge of disappointment. Aw. She’d been hoping the other woman would stick around to converse a bit. She shook such thoughts away, however, as she had others clamoring for her attention. The attempted to crowd her, but a quick pulse of heat had them keeping their distance. GiGi climbed on top of a nearby car and sat on the windshield, giving the two dudes in the front seat quite the view.<br/><br/>A small ring of embers circled the car, threatening to flare up if things got out of handle. See Marcus trying to get her attention, she beckoned him to approach, letting the air cool around him.<br/><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">“Yes, I think I have time,”</span></b>she replied. She took in crowd. A veritable campgrounds, to be sure. And… ugh! That guy straight-up had his dick out! There was nominally some law for public decency here, but it wasn’t likely to be enforced.<br/><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">“Well, this rabbi called me ‘Gehenna Girl’, so I think that fits well enough.”<br/>
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“My story really isn’t all that interesting. Just a girl trying to attend school for pre-law. As for where I came from, well… apart from Iceland, I’ll leave that to your imagination. And I wouldn’t call it taking care of business. My reasons are pretty straightforward. I’m a gal with red skin, a horn, and fire powers. I don’t bother trying to hide my identity, because there aren’t that many people that look like me around. I walk around naked because I got sick of wearing clothes just to burn them off. And I fight monsters because they’re causing a ruckus and I have a <i>lot</i> of steam to blow off.”</span></b><br/><br/>GiGi noticed his downward gaze. When they made eye contact again, she flicked her own eyes down briefly and grinned.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)"><b>“Mr. Reporter. Is that a rolled up newspaper in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”</b></span><br/><br/>She shrugged at the last question.<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">“I’m not really looking for a job. Buuut, I wouldn’t necessarily say no to a stack of cash for something I already do. Also…”</span></b>She raised her voice and addressed the crowd.<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">“If any lovely ladies or cute boys want to come to my crib for an orgy, I’m at 2312 Odyssey Street!”</span></b><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><b>
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Captain Vorpal</b><br/>A sharply dressed somen with a long blond ponytail and red shades standing in the back of the reception hall scowled. This day was just getting better and better. It was bad enough she had to come to this conference with the Professor – as dear a friend and even father figure as he was, she was rather bored by all this. Give her a plane or gun show any day. And he’d told her to leave her weapons behind! She had just known something like this would happen. Fortunately, her natural strength and shield charm would be enough to help here.<br/><br/>Noting that yet another figure had entered to engage the invaders, Lola decided to keep laying low and direct her efforts at evacuating any civilians from the building. Who knows how much backup these guys would end up having, and it’d be best if the area was clear.