New Wings [Private RP -- Closed]

In her little workshop, Brella opened a cabinet and nabbed her expanded toolbox, taking only a second to note with satisfaction that she was already getting used to her new workspace.

With her guantlets barely damaged during the fight, she only had maintenance to do. He boots, on the other hand, had taken a bit of a beating due to her hasty and reckless retreat. Those took a hammer and some minor reconstruction, but she had enough scrap to make that happen. Forgoing a welding kit, Brella used energy to fuse together the new plates, and simply beat out some of the smaller dents, which had missed all the important wiring bits. The fitting went back in after the work was done, and she took a minute to try them out before setting them on a shelf above her computer.

She peeked between the boards of the blocked up window of her shop, and swore she saw a flash of red among the black sky.

Dylan used his powers to cover his mouth and nose, and his eyes turned black. Now comfortably obscure, he turned towards Aspect and nodded, letting her lead the way.

Brella began to panic a little as the red approached her little hideout. She pressed her wings to an outlet and drained all the enrgy from the building. The whole place went dark. She slipped into her gauntlets and boots and listened intently for any sound coming from the roof.

(Yeah, that was the plan. Apologies, I probably should've explained. We should get the villains together either after a mini fight of their own, or have one pretty much spy on the other until they get found out.)

"You have a car?" Dylan asked, miffed, "You're not worried about being traced? Why not just shape-shift?" He held his hand out to his right, and his shadowed motorcycle formed, "I usually use this…"

Dylan raised an eyebrow, but shrugged summoned steps to take him and Aspect off the roof. As they approached, the door opened on its own, and there was no one at the wheel.

"Wait, what? Your car self-drives?" he said, surprised, "Well okay then… that's frickin cool."

Brella got tired of waiting and went outside through her only open window. Using her gauntlets and wings, she ascended up onto the roof, where she found absolutely nothing.

Shadow must have tracked me here…. or maybe a new friend of his here?

Her hands began to glow, "I don't really feel like dealing with pests right now, so if you're out here, scram!"

Dylan's pitch-black eyes went wide, "Woah…. ok, you can stop showing off now. "

It really was quite impressive, and he couldn't help but admire the whole picture… Aspect had a good thing going. She was going to be a very useful ally indeed. He slid into the driver's seat and they took off, Aspect not even bothering to put her hands on the wheel.
(Maybe we wanna focus on the villains for a while?)

The bird woman laughed as she flew, and landed with grace, which in truth only made Brella hate her more.

"You better have a good reason for being nosy, birdie pest," she taunted, "if you don't, you should fly away now, before you become the second rear I kick today."

(Aaahhh! The snow does not want me to be happy…. Why Indiana, why?)

Brella broke.

Aiming both her hands straight at the birdie's chest, she opened a wide killing beam, attempting to cut her in two. The building behind her target shuddered, but remained upright.

Brella felt the claws dig into her skin, completely ignoring her jacket. Cursing, Brella raised her left arm to deflect the claws with her gauntlet, and with her right arm she pushed back at her attacker, using energy to help fuel the strike and create some distance. "Keep your filthy hands away from me!" She spat, eyes and wings alight.

Brella's response was another beam, much narrower, aimed at her right wing. She had become aware of her dwindling energy reserves, and was trying to conserve. Crippling her attacker might be better then just cutting her in half.

For now.

Not waiting to see if the shot hit home, Brella back-flipped off the building, connected her wings to a nearby light pole, and drew as much energy as she could. She felt the flow, and turned to face the birdie, who would be coming down the building any second now….

Brella grinned as the birdie landed. Her wings, which Brella had originally mistaken for real, were nothing more than a winged contraption. And they'd seen some action.

She also noted that the birdie had managed to land without a slight stumble, even with the hole in her wing. Impressive. Maybe it'd be worth it to spare her, if Brella could just get her to submit…

"You're annoyingly difficult to get rid of," Brella smirked, "If it weren't for your attitude, we could be besties." She readied her hands for yet another wide beam, scaling back the power she put in. Her hands glowed, waiting to release the energy.

"So try to get along, then. Answer a question for me, and you go free, to fly away like the little birdie you are." Brella practically spat out the words, "Who did you run into before you found me? They gave you a hard time, I can tell, and I wanna meet them. We'd have plenty to talk about."

(Oh fie, the superbowl. How it must strangle me so. Did you guys do anything for that?)

"I'm the one asking the question!" Brella snapped, suddenly furious, "You brought Shadow right to my doorstep?! He is the reason I'm not in charge of you right now!"
She turned her back on the bird-woman and prepared to fly off herself. Casting a quick glance over her shoulder, she added, "I'm done with you, now scram!"

He can never leave me alone, can he? Any shmuck off the street would think he adores me!

This place was supposed to be her rich source of information for that special new energy source. But with Shadow in the way, and that damned huntress, life was gonna be fun.

Brella's feet raised off the ground and angled herself down the road, preparing to chase after Shadow and the huntress.

(We should write both. Meg and Brella haven't exactly resolved themselves yet. Unless you had something in mind?)