Scene 2
The First Night
☆Mr. E-ous Meeting!☆
|| Location ✦ Bay City ~ Little Ben ||
|| State of Mind ✧ Ooh, look, a kitty! ^_^ ||
The First Night
☆Mr. E-ous Meeting!☆
|| Location ✦ Bay City ~ Little Ben ||
|| State of Mind ✧ Ooh, look, a kitty! ^_^ ||
Mania cocked her head to the side, looking confused as the man in white introduced himself. In her experience, every Supervillain had an alias, and an appearance, that were thematically appropriate to their identity and abilities. Emperor Max here was impossibly huge, which meant he probably had some sort of power that had transformed his body, and doubtless possessed unimaginable strength. Yet, far from a grandiose title reflecting that, he'd chosen to go by Mr. E.
It wasn't that Mania didn't get the joke. It was an amusing play on words, but it just didn't seem right. The only Supervillains with names like "Enigma" or "Mysterio" were always the sneaky ones with really gimmicky abilities, like illusions or whatever. This guy didn't fit the image at all, no matter how she tried to puzzle out the reasoning behind that identity. That is, until...
Mania grinned, once again pounding a fist firmly in her open palm. "I get it!" She declared cheerfully. "The E stands for Enormous!"
Silence punctuated her statement as the room's other two occupants doubtless wondered at how somebody could miss the point so completely. Fortunately, at that moment, a trapdoor in the floor opened and dispensed a strange purpley lady who shuffled over to the table and sat down, looking rather glum. But Mania hardly noticed her very transparent heartbreak - or, in fact, that she wasn't the only new person who had entered the room - because there were three very prominent things about the young woman that distracted her from realizing that fact.
Mania stared intensely at the newcomer seated near her, scrutinizing her carefully, trying to figure out if what she was looking at was really real. But there didn't seem to be any sort of headband on her head, nor was there any obvious point of attachment between her tail and her back. She could only conclude one thing.
"Kitty!" She exclaimed gleefully, pouncing from her seat and delivering a very unexpected tackle-hug to the heartbroken newcomer, a faint pink glow materializing to keep her hanging horizontally in the air beside the purple girl she had decided to glomp. Grinning ear to ear, she reached up and started patting her victim very enthusiastically on the head, giving a childish giggle of delight. "Aww, your ears are so fluffy! Who's a good purple kitty?~" Turning her attention back to Mr. E, she asked, what she felt, was a very pertinent and relevant question.
"Hey! Hey, Mr. E? Can I keep her? I promise I'll feed her and pet her and play with her, and take really good care of her! So can I? Pleeeeeeaaaaaseeee~?"