[b]Rain[/b]

Rain turned to look at what was going on. And stared. Then she stared at something else. Then she took her eyes off of Anno, and back to Moerin. Or, well, not Moerin. Moe would [i]never[/i] act like that; something was very wrong here. The white-haired girl wasn't sure what, but she didn't want to just stand and gape... so she went with the first accusation that seemed at all appropriate.

"Who are you and what have you done with the real Moe!" the tall girl demanded, pointing dramatically and... realising exactly how stupid that sounded. Maybe she'd done theatre at some point and learned how to get changed and stuff [i]really[/i] fast?

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[b]Chris[/b]

"You? A god? Don't make me laugh; you don't look like you could even pull [i]this[/i] much off, and I've seen old ladies that could kick my ass," Chris commented, rolling her eyes... and swiftly punching the wall beside her. With a normal person, you would expect slamming your fist into solid concrete to break something. Or, you know, at least cause bruising and bloodshed. Even if they were as muscular as the half-Japanese girl, you'd still be expecting something like that.

Instead, the wall cratered, chips flaking down to the ground and perfectly normal cracks spidering out across the wall. That was when the much more ominous cracking [i]really[/i] got the tan girl's attention, along with the boss's message. "Uh... the weird cracks aren't mine. Just the normal one."

The blonde spun around and headed for one of the doors, needing to find the right room, but paused at the edge, "If you want to see just how far away you are from getting any respect for power, let alone that stupid claim, you should come with me. It could be fun."

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[b]Yui[/b]

"Affirmative," was the girl's terse reply, and Yui eyed up the cracks. Not good, Looked like there'd be something bad happening momentarily... time to get ready to move out. Fluidly, an ostentatious belt buckle was retrieved from her pocket and thrust into position over the rest of her clothing, somehow summoning the [i]rest[/i] of the belt from nowhere. A trio of medals, held in her left hand, followed into their respective slots as her hand slid over: Cheetah, Peacock, Hawk. The entire buckle was twisted, the scanner hanging from her right hip was seized by the appropriate hand and dragged over the medals, and [i]finally[/i], the elaborate sequence was completed, scanner flung into her right hand and brought to chest level.

She'd gotten over announcing her transformation after the first time.

The sudden enormous medallion from nowhere that crashed into her body was probably startling for anyone nearby, if there [i]was[/i] anyone, as was the plastic-looking armour. Red head, red body with a shield... and bright yellow legs.