<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qgsSQ84.jpg?1)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>Superbus</strong> - Roxanne Smith</span><br/><strong>Location</strong>Bubble<br/><strong>Group</strong>Quasar, Velocity, Quarrel<br/><strong>Action</strong><br/><strong>Status</strong><br/><strong>Potential</strong>1<br/><strong>Doom Track</strong>3/5<br/><hr/><br/>Roxanne let out a small sigh as the topic finally shifted from piling blame on them to what they could do to actually make up for it. She had no problem fighting to prove herself, and she nodded along as Royal Blue spoke. That was, at least, until he mentioned<em>demons</em>, which made Roxanne freeze on the spot, the mere mention of them making her shudder for obvious reasons. However if that wasn't bad enough, Royal Blue then had the audacity to spit her own demonic taint back at her as if she was no better than them. As if this fucked up situation she had found herself in was something she could have controlled.<br/><br/>The young woman clenched her fists, tight, anger seething silently behind her eyes. Before she looked like she wanted to punch Royal Blue straight in the face, but right now it looked like she was holding herself back from going straight at his throat, the man having essentially used her greatest source of PTSD to mock her. That's when she heard it, a horribly familiar voice whispering in her ear,<em>"What an impudent man...he knows nothing of your hardships yet he deems himself holy enough to be the judge of your entire life....kill him...spill his blood...or better yet drain him to the last drop, show him just how much of a demon you are..."</em>the voice caressed across her mind like burning honey, and for a brief moment her demonic aura would flare so intensely that it actually became visible to everyone present.<br/><br/>In that moment of intense anger she could feel the demonic taint inch just a little bit further over her soul, and it was that feeling, and the fear of losing herself, that allowed her to stop herself, the fear of becoming a real demon stronger than the urge to attack the cerulean hero,"Y-...Yeah...you're right..." she said, holding her hands out at her sides, her clothing starting to melt and swirl across her body like paint, reshaping into her costume, her horns, wings, and tail exploding out of her body with dramatic flourish, "we are perfect to deal with it..." Superbus said, seemingly embracing her demonic appearance in that moment, if only to spite the man before her, "Come on Quasy, let's go..." she said, kicking off the ground and using her wings to hover a foot off the ground as she made her way for the exit.