<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/UMC7dP3.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>Quasar<strong></strong></strong></span><br/><strong>Location</strong>The bubble<br/><strong>Group</strong>Superbus; Velocity, Quarrel; Royal Blue, Startdust, Blackjack<br/><strong>Conditions</strong><br/><strong>Potential</strong>1<br/><strong>Burn</strong><br/><strong>Action</strong><br/><hr/>While Superbus had showed up in civilian garb, Vala wore her costume like a suit of armor, although it seemed to do little to protect her from the disapproving glares of the adults.  She kept her face turned to the ground, and when Royal Blue started to yell she flinched and bit her lip to try to restrain tears.  He was right after all.  Once again her efforts hadn't saved the day.  She had killed people, and the guilt closed her throat and made it hard to breath as she imagined everyone who had died staring at her with accusing eyes.<br/><br/>It was only when Superbus began to yell back that she rallied.  While she knew better heroes would've saved the day, they had done the best they could, and... and things<em>would've</em>been worse without them trying.  Maybe someone else... anyone else would've been a better hero than a pair of fuck ups like them, but at least they were willing to try.  They at least hadn't made it worse.<br/><br/>When Superbus actually poked Royal Blue Quasar stepped forward and after a moment of hesitation placed a shaking hand on her friend's shoulder.  "Yelling won't help," she said in a quiet, sad voice.  "It doesn't matter what we say, they'll treat us the same no matter what.  Just... let's get this over with... whatever this is..."