<div style="text-align:justify">To classify Sunflower as a prospective giant of the hero industry was a gross understatement. Blessed with the ability of absorbing sunlight to generate flames from her own sweat and melanin, Juniper Silva - or “<a class="link link--external" href="https://www.the-sun.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/6/2021/03/NINTCHDBPICT000631373802.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Juno</a>”, as she would prefer to be called - had steamrolled through every challenge thrown her way. She was not known as a prizefighter for no reason, after all.<br/>
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And yet, she had been christened Sunflower against her will. With the upbringing she had had, it did not sit well to be named after a flower. It made her feel as if she was nothing but a glammed up doll for an agency that enjoyed flaunting her as a token, rather than as a combattant.<br/>
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True, with a sculpted physique that greatly enhanced the dark-mocha color of her skin and with her pale white hair, she was bound to stand out as a specimen. The tight fabric of her green and gold uniform served as a reminder of that, even if most of her body was completely concealed. She was made to be marketable and she earned the attention with displays of power and with confidence to boot.<br/>
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Yet, this case was new for her. So new, in fact, that she had been completely caught off guard when told she would be working with a veteran, fresh out of retirement. Moreover, she had not quite been expected to hunt anyone other than a hostile enemy of Phallanx per se, so discomfort was inevitable.<br/>
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Juno had not spoken to Newton when they first crossed paths, opting to be quiet until they moved away from the watchful eye of public scrutiny.<br/>
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Once inside the elevator, the well-built woman made herself comfortable, folding her arms over chest and resting her back against the cold surface, taking a good look at her new acquaintance. Cocking her right eyebrow upwards, she hummed to herself briefly, thinking if she should break the ice in any way, shape or form, or if she should just follow protocol and let their employer handle the PR side of things. <br/>
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It did not take long for Juno to accept that she was not going to be able to keep her mouth shut for too long, seeing how she immediately started talking when the doors closed and left her and Newton alone to their own devices for just a moment.<br/>
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<i><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">“You look good. Been working out?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)"> </span></b></i>Though not exactly sincere, she figured the playful jab would be the best way to break the ice, even if she did not smile when teasing her acquaintance. It was best for her to simply move the chit-chat along before they had to get down to business. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)"><b><i>“Gotta give you props for your timing. Few people make a comeback in a case like this.”</i></b></span><br/>
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Shrugging, she looked up, her nose scrunching as she felt the knot in her stomach tighten at the prospect of what was to come.  ​</div>