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Paradise City, USA - <s>Zìyóu</s> / Mark</b><br/>The fight began immediately after, which spurred the young heroine to somersault backwards, reaching fifteen feet in the air easily before she landed back on the ground a safe distance from the fight, watching out for any sign that she might be needed.<br/><br/>Zìyóu's smile remained for as long as it seemed like Gehenna Girl was taking the fight seriously, testing out her opponent and everything. After her fireball, she seemed to simply toy with the creature, a behaviour that might have reminded some of a cat playing with its still-living food; although she wasn't frowning outright, the change between her smile and her neutral expression was quite noticeable. Her blue eyes followed every strike, dodge and parry but betrayed no emotion like they would if she were smiling happily.<br/><br/>The arthropod creature wailed in a monstrous voice that had a hue of humanity left, at least in the korean's ears. Her eyebrows furrowed just a fraction from the relaxed posture they were in before, but rapidly returned to their original resting expression as she shook her head. The fight was over and Gehenna Girl flippantly disregarded the kill just now, to eat a piece of the creature. Even as she spoke, she did not look as if she approved or disapproved of anything.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(242, 174, 223)">"I'll hold you to it."</span>As soon as she'd said that, she started to levitate further away from the ground and the buildings around her once more: a few second more and she turned away, looking skywards before -<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"><i>kraBOOM</i></span>- she flew away after something that could be between a sonic crack and boom, her silhouette rapidly becoming as tiny as a grain of sand in the distance.<br/><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.imgur.com/2t25LZQ.png" title="2t25LZQ.png">
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</div>When the martial artist had left the scene, another person approached the scarlet-skinned vigilante, with a small plastic tag hanging around his neck that introduced him as Marcus Piper, news reporter of the PEN (Paradise Evening News). Said reporter wore an open suit jacket over a buttoned-up cyan shirt but without a tie. Given the lax dress code of Paradise City, he could afford to wear jeans whilst working, on the skinnier side that hugged his slender legs nicely.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">"Excuse me!"</span>He exclaimed as a small digital camera materialized in his hand (albeit not literally: he just took it out of his bag really quickly); in case he managed to convince Gehenna Girl to give him the time of day, the journalist introduced himself.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">"Name's Marcus Piper, Paradise Evening News: do you have a minute or two for a few short questions for today's news?"</span><br/><br/>Other than Marcus, a couple more journalists and reporters were mustering up the courage to go talk to G.G.; unless she deemed not to have the time to deal with all of that, in which case no one would stop her from leaving, obviously. If Marcus hadn't repelled her yet, he forced his eyes back up into the bright eyes of the young woman whilst clearing his throat to speak up:<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">"It has not been long that you have started to deal with supernatural enemies threatening the well-being of Paradise City's people: what can we call you?"</span>Since she had not issued an interview yet, people were calling her a lot of things. Most of it was lewd. Since she did not wear anything more than a piercing, most of the male reporters present had a noticeable tent pitched already. Some of the women looked at her dejectedly or with a small measure of hostility. One was openly glaring at her, but taking notes about what was being said: her being flat as a board probably had something to do with that.<br/><br/>Marcus himself had a bulge pressing against his jeans: it looked as though he was better than his peers at keeping his desires in check- but not good enough for G.G. Unless, of course, she'd already blown him off. If she had stayed with him until then, his second question(s) would be:<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">"There is a lot of speculation about you, your origins and the reasons you appear to take care of business in our city. Can you tell us a bit about yourself?" </span>Obviously, a lot of that speculation was more on the perverted side of things. Again, her assets being displayed were the main reason for that sultry sort of talk.<br/><br/>He kept his camera incredibly still, as it sat on a contraption on his shoulder meant to minimize the shaking of the video, given the lack of a tripod or anything fancy for recording. Mark asked his final question, if the crimson vigilante had not left him:<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">"Do you do what you did just now professionally or..?"</span>The scandinavian-looking interviewer asked her, as his gaze slipped again, going to G.G.'s crotch before returning to her face, where they locked on. A bead of sweat appeared on his brow, as he focused on her eyes like he had never concentrated before.