ââââââââââââ HARPER YOON
ââââââââââââââââx, hermes
ââââââââââââ HARLOW FORD
âââââââââââââââââx, knave
Harlow did not don her mask nor her pseudonym as she leant back in the plush leather seat. Instead, she wore a fitted pinstripe suit and a wan smile, examining her fingernails as the villain across from her argued his case. Or rather, argued for her to argue his case.
Truth be told, she seldom came here as a villain, and few of the villains residing in the 'secret lair' were aware of her double life as Knave. She was far more subtle than the others- quite comfortable in her normal life. She only really donned the second identity when craving a little chaos, or seeking a touch of vindication. The rest -the thrill, the danger, the wealth- she found came quite easily to her in the courtroom.
Thus, it was quite the coincidence that she happened to be here when all of the heroes arrived, pleading sanctuary. Hearing the ruckus from their separate room, she addressed the man across from her.
"Sounds like we have company- we'll have to continue this conversation another time."
Without waiting for his reply, she stood up and left the room, strolling lackadaisically towards where many of the other villains had accumulated. Raising a brow in curiosity, she leant back on the wall, cocking her head as the listened to the arguments being thrown back and forth, gaging the situation from the words exchanged.
She only nodded slightly as the others made the decision to invite the heroes in, not moving from her position as the wounded supers began to pour through the gates, some leaning on their comrades, others unconscious, being carried on backs and in arms.
One such super Harlow recognised as Eclipse, an ebony-haired girl with psionic abilities. Her aforementioned dark locks were matted with blood from a gash on her head, some of which had begun to rub off onto the cheek of the person carrying her. Like many of the others, the super had seemingly lost her mask in the chaos, and Harlow blinked in recognition.
Well, if it isn't that intern- what a small world.
Harlow didn't catch her gaze, however, for she was far too focused on the girl on her back. Even with her enhanced endurability, she was beginning to exhaust herself. Many of the people laying outside the doors had been delivered by her in desperate trips back and forth from the wreckage. She'd only been able to grab so many before the chaos had cleared and they had made their escape, and she was torn between frustration at her limitations, and relief to be alive.
Taking a step forward to address the villains (could she call them that, anymore? With their apparent sympathy?) she grimaced, looking down to spy a bullet graze in her left leg that she hadn't even realised was there.
"I'm Hermes. I'm... fast." But not fast enough, apparently.
"I can also help tend to people, once we get everyone inside."
Truth be told, she seldom came here as a villain, and few of the villains residing in the 'secret lair' were aware of her double life as Knave. She was far more subtle than the others- quite comfortable in her normal life. She only really donned the second identity when craving a little chaos, or seeking a touch of vindication. The rest -the thrill, the danger, the wealth- she found came quite easily to her in the courtroom.
Thus, it was quite the coincidence that she happened to be here when all of the heroes arrived, pleading sanctuary. Hearing the ruckus from their separate room, she addressed the man across from her.
"Sounds like we have company- we'll have to continue this conversation another time."
Without waiting for his reply, she stood up and left the room, strolling lackadaisically towards where many of the other villains had accumulated. Raising a brow in curiosity, she leant back on the wall, cocking her head as the listened to the arguments being thrown back and forth, gaging the situation from the words exchanged.
She only nodded slightly as the others made the decision to invite the heroes in, not moving from her position as the wounded supers began to pour through the gates, some leaning on their comrades, others unconscious, being carried on backs and in arms.
One such super Harlow recognised as Eclipse, an ebony-haired girl with psionic abilities. Her aforementioned dark locks were matted with blood from a gash on her head, some of which had begun to rub off onto the cheek of the person carrying her. Like many of the others, the super had seemingly lost her mask in the chaos, and Harlow blinked in recognition.
Well, if it isn't that intern- what a small world.
Harlow didn't catch her gaze, however, for she was far too focused on the girl on her back. Even with her enhanced endurability, she was beginning to exhaust herself. Many of the people laying outside the doors had been delivered by her in desperate trips back and forth from the wreckage. She'd only been able to grab so many before the chaos had cleared and they had made their escape, and she was torn between frustration at her limitations, and relief to be alive.
Taking a step forward to address the villains (could she call them that, anymore? With their apparent sympathy?) she grimaced, looking down to spy a bullet graze in her left leg that she hadn't even realised was there.
"I'm Hermes. I'm... fast." But not fast enough, apparently.
"I can also help tend to people, once we get everyone inside."