"Hey, stop! Stop right there, criminal scum!" Petal started to give chase, heaving a vine at a nearby building like a grappling hook and swinging into action. That stopped<em>very</em>abruptly at the water's edge when Atlantia dived, and Petal flailed to regain her balance at the edge of a piece of the ruined docks. Ace's super-senses could see the ships' sonar pulses hunting for her, but it wasn't like they could chase her effectively, and she quickly slipped out of their range. (She would eventually go ashore to find a group of surprised bathers and a bunch of kids pivoting quickly from asking if she was a mermaid to asking her to build a sand-castle.)<br/><br/>It was then that Petal finally noticed the writing on her arm from Doc Tabs. With a second to figure out where it had come from, she reversed course like someone had hit the rewind button on her and backtracked to let Tabs finish her notes. It was only superscientist courtesy, after all, you didn't take away notes in the middle of a burst of inspiration even if they were inked on your arm!<br/><br/>"She's retreating underwater. ... Yes. ... It actually doesn't look like anyone's particularly hurt? We've got a doctor hero on scene looking after the fragile cases. ... Mostly just pretty dazed. ... Probably going to need a lot of aspirin and blankets, though. ... Yes, I understand. ... Okay! We can get ice cream when I get back. You still like Neapolitan, right?" Petal said over her earpiece, humming to herself while she looked over Tabs' notes.<br/><br/>"Darling," Bess said, having gotten done raining yellow plusses down on select members of the crowd while Atlantia ran away, "this has been invigorating exercise." She pressed a kiss on Tabs' cheek, slipping a square of paper with a summoning incantation (or possibly a phone number) into her jacket pocket. "Call me when you have something just as stimulating in mind, yes?"<br/><br/>The thrum of helicopters approaching both from cityside and from the larger of the coast guard vessels announced the arrival of relief efforts, quickly overshadowed the by sirens. Had they suddenly flared to life, or had the disappearance of the loud kraken and the destruction it was causing just now made them more noticeable?<br/><br/>("Carrot-flavored? Why am I not surprised. I'll try it!" Auxilia said to Kanina, "does it have real iridium or is that just the brand?")<br/><br/>"Hey, I think we won? First responders are enroute now, if you can identify wounded for triage, you are on the scene." Auxilia-prime was tapped into the comms now. "Darclight, I don't buy it." She waited long enough for the Pronoun Game to be in full effect. "The part about you not being able to adapt. Combat routines; you wanted to develop a quick way to incapacitate me, right? In case things turned out badly. And you looked at my origin and figured there would be a sensitivity, it takes creativity to do that. I'm not even mad, that was amazing. Maybe I should've hooked up with a combat model ages ago. Fisto never even called bac-" She stopped mid-sentence. Maybe robot afterglow made her thought processes a little on the sluggish side, "Wait. Waaaait. You want me to be<em>Stormwatch</em>? As in the real thing? Even Ghost had me as an official asset. Actually probably a good call considering how things turned out." No bitterness about that, there. "Are you sure?"