[color=92278f]"Oh."[/color] Sia said, sipping her cola. She wasn't sure what conversation she had expected to get out of Simone, of all her teammates, but it was worth a shot. Or at least it would have been, had Luke not arrived and instigated the shortest seduction Siamese had ever seen. It seemed only a few short seconds of Simone putting her back toward Sia in favour of some drunken desert, and then they were winding their way to the dorms. 
[color=92278f]"[i]Oh.[/i]"[/color] Sia said again, this time emphatically, putting annoyance and incredulity into her voice. Not that anyone was around to hear it. She sighed at herself, and then turned around to lean against the wall Simone had just vacated and watch her sister. She was playing Guitar Hero, awkwardly, holding a beer in her strumming hand and giggling with each missed fret. Her opponent, the Bat, mopped the floor with her, but from here, Gem was having fun. Sia smiled. Gem so [i]deserved[/i] to have fun. Gem graciously handed off the controller to the speedster, who'd suddenly appeared - as speedsters are wont to do, Sia supposed - and then giggled some more as she watched the two battle on-screen, fetching a few more beers as they swapped songs and controllers. Sia went to bed while Gem played on, sleeping well on the thought of her smile.

She was woken up by whispering.
[color=662d91]"Si. [i]Si.[/i] Check it out! Come on, I know you're awake."[/color]
[color=92278f]"What is it, Gem."[/color] Sia groaned, rolling over. Gem was holding out one of the controllers from the game last night. Or, it used to be. In its place was something that shared the shell, but a crude blade had been fashioned out of a long strip of metal and affixed around the edge of the bottom. The neck was reinforced, and wires ran up and down its length, attached to each button.
[color=662d91]"Look!"[/color] Gem exclaimed, swinging the modified controller up onto her shoulder. She pressed one of the fret buttons - somehow still intact - and the blade sparked. Electric. Gem pressed another button, and the sparking stopped, but the metal began to glow with heat. Of course. [color=662d91]"Get it?"[/color]
[color=92278f]"Get what, Gee."[/color] Sia said flatly, already knowing the answer but not wanting to say it.
[color=662d91]"It's an [i]axe[/i]!"[/color] Gem grinned, delivering her punchline with gusto.
[color=92278f]"Gemini."[/color] Sia replied, and Gem dropped the controller, her face falling. Gemini was only used when she was in trouble. [color=92278f]"[i]Why.[/i]"[/color]
[color=662d91]"I...thought it'd be funny."[/color] The weapon fell to the floor completely, clattering. 
Sia didn't have time to respond before the emergency call went out. She looked at her sister. Her sister looked back, hurt and apologetic. Sia sighed.
[color=92278f]"C'mon. Armoury."[/color]

Gem and Sia stepped into the armoury and suited up. Is was almost their favourite activity. They both favoured lightweight combat armour - stuff that could block a bullet, but wouldn't mess up their mobility. Rose's training had shown them how important mobility was, and with their powers they needed all the extra skills they could get. Dark gear, a few bits of gray digital camo here and there, and only one small patch per outfit: Gem's was a small padlock, sewn onto the right sleeve of the black undershirt she wore beneath her tactical vest; Sia's was a pistol mag with a single bullet hovering above. Beyond that, both vests and trousers contained pockets, clips, sheaths and holsters, from the torso to the back to the arms to the hips to the thighs to the shins to the boots. But only Sia's were filled with anything - a modern, lightweight sword across her back, a rifle to accompany it; a few knives here and there; a pistol loaded with live rounds on her hip, and another loaded with tazer rounds on the other side; and finally, a little gadget knocked up by Rose and her affiliates that had been appropriated: a small, oval-shaped disk, thick and light, and no bigger than Sia's forearm, with a single button in the middle. That one went on her abdomen. Gem's armour stayed empty, apart from a few canisters on a belt that contained resources difficult to find on the field - gunpowder, ball bearings, adhesives. All of Gem's holsters were waiting to be filled. Gemini and Siamese suited up quick; when they left, Lock and Load stood in their place. The hangar was the next destination. They arrived there after Max - 'Stunt Devil' - but not too late to hear his question.

[color=92278f]"[i]T[/i]-wing it, Devil."[/color] Siamese said, Gem staying quiet, a strange mixture of shame and sheer euphoria etched across her face. [color=92278f]"Though Rose usually flew."[/color] Sia watched as JC ran off toward the plane. [color=92278f]"Unless Thermo's feeling brave. Come on!"[/color] She said, running after JC to board and strap in, Gem close behind.