Daxam

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"Sir, yes sir!" Talos responded with an exaggerated salute, despite being out of sight and on the other side of the floor. He stepped into the room housing the hostages on his side of the floor and said, "Attention, ladies and gentlemen, if you could please make your way down to the first floor, there's a moderately famous magic man waiting there to keep you safe! Yes, I know how that sounds, but you can trust me!"

The hostages looked at each other for a moment before they filed out of the room. Once the last person was gone, Talos followed them out and to the stairwell. He watched them descend the stairs, then turned to the door. Placing his hand on it, he fused the mechanism on the inside of the panic bar on the other side of the door, effectively locking it. "I'll try to remember to fix that after we're done here," he told himself, though he knew full well that was unlikely.

He began to ascend once more, passing by the third floor as he made his way straight to the fourth. As before, he opened a small hole on the fire door and peeked through, only to be surprised by what he saw in the room. He slowly opened the door and looked around. Cubicles were destroyed, office supplies and equipment had been broken and scattered everywhere. He heard someone groaning and stepped farther in to find the burglars that had been guarding the floor, bloodied and broken, but alive. Vincent spread his wings, then condensed them into three pairs of swords that floated around him, his instincts telling him that whatever did this to these men was nothing he wanted to go easy on. "Hey, Talos, here," he said over the comms, surprisingly serious. "Found a couple more bad guys, beaten to within an inch of their lives. Still breathing, though. The fourth floor's a mess, but other than that, there's no sign of who or whatever did this."

Just then, he heard noise coming from a nearby room and aimed his swords at the closed door. He walked up and opened the door to find the hostages, terrified but okay. Relaxing, he continued, "Found the hostages. They're scared, but they don't look any worse for wear." To the hostages, he said, "I need you guys to make your way to the first floor. Your coworkers are all there with one of my friends keeping them safe."

As the hostages made their way to the stairwell, Vincent asked, "What, now? Should I start looking for whatever's doing our job for us?"

One Piece: The Devil's Due (Always Accepting!)

My favorite Devil Fruit is a toss-up between the Rumble-Rumble Fruit and (after the episode before this newest one) the Op-Op Fruit. Lightning is just awesome, with how flashy and powerful it can be, and Law's use of the Op-Op Fruit was really cool to see. The Magnet-Magnet Fruit has turned out to be a lot cooler than I would have expected, too.

As for what powers I'd give my character, I originally wrote Sol and Luna as analogs for Apollo and Artemis, so I gave Sol fire powers and Luna control over ice. As such, I'd probably give them the Flame-Flame and Ice-Ice Fruits, respectively. The Phoenix Fruit for Sol and maybe Okuchi no Okami for Luna could be good alternatives, as well.

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It had been a night like any other, warm and with a clear sky, and the full moon shone down on the capital island of Eclipsis. The ruling family of the day had gone to bed, leaving the Noxes, Luna’s family, to oversee the night. A majority of the Legion had gone off duty and were enjoying the night however they saw fit, whether that be drinking at one of the taverns that dotted the city or sleeping, while a few remained on duty and kept the peace.

At seven years old, Luna was the complete opposite of the woman she would grow to become. Shy and quiet, she was almost never far from her parents, hiding behind their legs whenever they stopped to talk with anyone, other than the daytime rulers and their young prince. She would often accompany her father whenever he made one of his frequent trips into the city, oftentimes practicing what she had learned from her Sicarius mentor. Despite her best attempts at stealth, however, her father always knew she was tailing him from the moment he left the palace. He would never punish or even get upset with her, however, and would let her join him as he made his way through town, often to a tavern to talk with visiting sailors and pirates.

Tonight was no different. Luna sat in her father’s lap as a pirate regaled them with a tale of how he had single-handedly brought down a massive Sea King. Luna’s father, Emperor Comet Nox, was a tall wolf Mink with snow-white fur and startling blue eyes. Normally, as in when he was doing his work as the Nighttime Emperor, he would be dressed in his regal attire, his tunica palmata, which was a purple toga trimmed in gold, but whenever he went into town to mingle with the people, he wore a simple tunic and breeches.

The pirate was in the middle of talking about how he had decapitated the Sea King with a single strike when the door to the tavern suddenly burst open, drawing everyone’s attention. In the doorway, desperately trying to catch his breath, was a footman from the Legion. He looked around until he spotted Comet and breathlessly said, “T-The Navy’s here…They’ve surrounded the island and have opened fire on the forts…” He drew in a deep breath, then added shakily, “They’re here for war.”

Things happened quickly from there. Luna remembered being carried by her father through the city as he ran faster than she had ever seen. She remembered his startled grunt as a Legionnaire jumped out of an alleyway and swung his weapon at Comet, wounding the emperor before he could put down the traitor. “That’s how they made such short work of our defenses,” he had growled as he started to run again, ignoring the cut on his arm. “How many of our men did they turn?”

A huge impact slammed into the ground behind them, throwing them to the ground. Comet held Luna close to his chest to shield her from the landing, then quickly jumped to his feet. Comet let out a low growl and slowly set his daughter down behind him. “Damn. It just had to be you,” he said. Without turning, he said, “Luna, I need you to run and don’t look back, no matter what. Use your training. Try to find your mother, don’t trust any soldier or Sicarius.”

Luna looked around Comet and saw the silhouette of a man, black against the amber light of the flames behind him, a long coat fluttering on his shoulders. ”B-but, Papa–”

“Don’t argue!” he snapped, yelling at Luna for the first time. Slowly, his body began to grow as a soft light shone from him. His fur grew longer and thicker and Electro sparked from his body like a thunderstorm as he used the full moon to enter his Sulong form. “I can’t fight him and protect you at the same time! I’ll find you later, just run!” he commanded her, his crimson eyes locked on the man in front of him.

The man took a step forward, but Comet charged at him. “You’ve got me to worry about!” he roared as he swiped at the man. Luna, tears in her eyes, turned and ran, doing her best to ignore her father’s cries of pain.

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Luna woke up to find herself laying in a cot in one of the ramshackle buildings Marcus and his men had built. She ran her fingers through her hair with a sigh as she stared up at the underside of the bed above her. ”Haven’t had that dream in a while,” she muttered quietly. She slowly sat up and looked around to find herself alone in the room. Guess I drank too much and someone carried me in here, she thought, cradling her throbbing head in her hands.

It was then that she noticed two things: it was still dark out and the sounds she heard weren't from a party. She could hear Marcus as he shouted orders to strike the camp, then an order to wake her up. Taking that as her cue, Luna stood up and left the building to find all the fires extinguished and the men hurriedly gathering supplies. ”What’s going on, Marcus?” she asked.

The mountain of a man turned, surprised to see that Luna was already up, then his face quickly grew grim.

“The Navy's here.”

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Alright, I thought long and hard about this. These are Luna's first impressions of everyone:

Rico: I feel like Luna would ultimately like him. They're similar enough in their headstrong personalities and she'd respect him for chasing after his dream, despite what others might think. Those similarities would no doubt lead to them butting heads here and there, but I feel like they could be good friends.

"He seems like a good guy and all, but gods above, is 'loud as hell' his only volume?!"

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Morgan: It might be a strange viewpoint for an ex-princess, but Luna does not like politicians. As far as she's concerned, they're all liars, holding one hand out in kindness while getting ready to stab you in the back with the other. While she would respect Morgan for his goals, she wouldn't put much stock in what he would say until she saw, firsthand, his actions speaking for themselves.

"Let's see if all this talk about wanting to do good for his people has any weight when he gets where he wants to be."

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Suiten: I feel like Luna would see a kind of kindred spirit in Suiten. Though their circumstances are about as different as they could be, she not only understands how being away from home feels, she can also understand what it's like being so different from everyone else. While she wouldn't understand half of what Suiten finds interesting, she could appreciate the passion the young mermaid would have.

"She seems a little too into herself, but she seems like a decent person. I like her."

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Haku: Luna would probably have the hardest time warming up to Haku, given that the Marines had destroyed her home. Despite that, though, she understands that not all Marines are to be blamed for that, especially someone as new to the organization as Haku. Given enough time, she could warm up to him, I feel, though it would be very slow going.

"Other than the whole Navy thing, my only other gripe with him is that he's too damn quiet."

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Annabelle: Given their similar professions, Luna could probably get along fairly well with Anna. Their methods are about as different as night and day, just like their personalities, but her time on her own has taught her that some people have to do whatever they can to get by and she's no different.

"Besides, I wouldn't mind having a sniper watching my back in a fight."

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The clearing quickly became a hive of activity. Men and women hurried to and fro, lighting campfires and retrieving food and alcohol. Soon enough, the entire clearing had been taken over by a large party, the soldiers of the Nychthemeron Empire celebrating their princess’ return while everyone else just wanted an excuse to party. Music played, people laughed, some others sparred, and others still swapped stories with each other.

Luna sat on the steps leading into the main building, a mug of beer in her hand. For the first time in a long time, she allowed herself to relax. For years, she had thought her home was gone, that whatever survivors there were had scattered to the far corners of the globe. Now, however, she was closer to feeling at home than she had been in the last decade and a half. “Enjoying yourself, Your Highness? You know this party's in your honor, right?”

Luna looked over her shoulder to find the leader of the ragtag group, Marcus Istria, standing behind her. The older man used to be a Prefect, the second-highest rank in the Empire’s main military force, the Legion. From the way he moved, it was clear to Luna that the man hadn’t lost even a bit of his edge, despite his age. ”I told you not to call me that,” she said with a chuckle before she took a swig of her beer. ”I haven’t been a princess in so long that it’s weird having people treat me like one.” Then, in a softer tone, she added, ”Besides, it’s not like I have an Empire to inherit, anymore…”

Marcus was quiet for a moment before he sat down next to her with a groan, his bulk taking up the remaining space on the step. “Gods above, I’m getting old,” he muttered with a chuckle as he took a tankard of beer offered to him by one of his men. Another moment passed before he added, “You know, Your High–” he stopped himself when he saw the glare the young woman gave him. “Right, sorry. You know, Luna, an Empire is more than just the name or even the borders.”

He gestured out toward his group and continued, “It’s the people. Without the people to support it, there wouldn’t be an empire. So long as there are people who remember their home, who maintain their customs, the empire will never truly die, even if it’s reduced to little more than cinders.” He looked at Luna with a smile and added, “It just needs someone to help it blaze, again.”

She was quiet for a long time, looking into her beer. ”I’ll admit, it’s a nice thought,” she finally said, ”but I can’t see it happening. First off, how can we bring the Empire back with, what, twenty, thirty people? Second, even if we could, there’s no way the World Government would give us a chance to regain even a fraction of what we had before they wipe us out, again.” She sighed and added, ”Besides…I have something more important I need to do before I can think about anything else.”

The grizzled veteran regarded Luna for a few moments before he decided to leave the topic for another time. “I heard,” he said. “One of the youngest Marines to be promoted to Captain, huh? Without a Devil Fruit, no less.” Marcus took a long drink before he added, “What the hell could he be thinking?”

”Beats me. But, whatever it is, it can’t be good,” Luna replied as she drained the last of her beer. She wiped her mouth, then looked up at Marcus with an inquisitive look. ”Oh, by the way. There’s this kid in town, who said a couple of guys from here robbed him and his mom of their food and money. They even killed his dad.” Her eyes narrowed as she asked, ”Are they really your men?”

A weary sigh left the older man’s lips as he said, “I’m ashamed to admit it, but they were. Don’t worry, though. I took care of them a little while before you got here.” He took another swig and said, “I won’t go into details, but they won’t be bothering anyone, anymore. It won’t do much, if anything, to ease their loss, but I’ll send someone in the morning with as much money as we can spare.” After a moment, he added in a low growl, “We’re probably gonna have to relocate, though. I can’t afford anyone getting nosy and finding out about us.”

Marcus drained his beer and set the mug on the step before he stood. “Anyway. This is a time of celebration, no place for depressing talk like that,” he told Luna with a grin. He jerked his head toward the central bonfire and said, “Let’s go enjoy the party, princess.”

Luna chuckled at the older man’s teasing and watched him walk away for a moment. She had to admit, it had been a long time since she was able to really relax. She was already a week behind and it would be another three days before her boat was repaired. Why shouldn’t she enjoy herself, especially since she had little choice in the matter? ”Alright, alright, I’m coming, old man,” she said with a chuckle as Marcus waved her over. She set her empty tankard next to the one Marcus left behind and walked toward the flickering flames and dancing shadows.

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Sorry it took me so long to get this posted. I've been getting distracted, haha

So, for Luna, the animal I associate with her the most is, of course, the wolf. While she might come off as abrasive and short-tempered, she's incredibly loyal to those who've earned it. She'd smell like a cool pine forest with a hint of mint and the thoughts that usually occupy her mind are "Sol, Sol, food, fight, alcohol." Going based off of her personality, Luna's blood type would be O and her flower is the moonflower. She tries to bathe every day, having grown to be somewhat prideful in keeping her hair and tail well-groomed, thanks to her father. She would prefer Winter Islands, since she doesn't do well in the heat, but also because she loves the look of fresh snow.

To pick a favorite food for Luna would be difficult, but she tends to gravitate more toward spicy flavors. Her least favorite food would be anything with meat from animals with fur, but other than that, she isn't particularly picky, having learned the hard way what it was like to not have enough to eat. Her birthday is December 21st and her favorite hobby is singing, surprisingly enough. She's not too bad at it, either.

For Sol, his animal would be a hawk of some kind. He might be the captain of a ship and he no doubt cares for his men, but his distant, aloof nature makes it difficult for people to get close to him. I'd imagine his scent wouldn't be anything too special, but he would smell like fresh linens that had been left out to warm in the sun. His flower is the sunflower and his blood type is AB. He tries to shower every day and he would be most at home on a Summer Island. He likes most seafood and usually has his dinner with a glass of sweet wine. His least favorite foods are anything with a bitter taste to it.

His birthday is December 19th and his hobby is playing music. He can play most instruments well, though he excels at the violin (his favorite), but he isn't a great singer.

Young Justice

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Talos had found a comfortable perch on top of a desk and sat there, elbow on his knee and his head in his hand, bored out of his mind. He had been eager to get out there and show what he was made of, but most of the mission, he had either been flying around or sitting around, having only gotten to get his hands dirty twice. He let out a sigh and was about to ask Zatara if he wanted to play poker, figuring that the magician had to have a deck of cards on him, when he heard Metamorph speak over the comms, at least until he was cut off by something. However, he had said enough for Talos, who hopped off of the desk gleefully. "Well, if the boss-man said to start moving up, then far be it from me to ignore him," he said as he cracked his neck before moving toward the stairs. "Race you up there, Rain! And good luck with the civvies, Zatara!"

Before either could stop him, Talos had started bounding up the stairs, three at a time. He listened to Pei’s report and wondered for a brief moment where Metamorph could be before he figured the guy could take care of himself. As much as he wanted to burst through the door to the second floor, Talos found himself slowing as he reached the landing. Thoughts of the hostages flooded his mind as he stopped in front of the steel fire door and rested his hand on it. The only thing that seemed capable of reigning him in was the thought of not wanting to be the one responsible for any of them getting hurt. ”Dammit…” he muttered as he opened a small peephole in the door and peeked through. ”Hope the next mission will let me cut loose more.”

When he didn’t see anyone through the small opening, Talos gently pushed the door open and slipped through. After making sure the door closed quietly, Talos turned, only to nearly bump noses with a bola gun-toting thug as he turned a corner. ”Evening,” he greeted before he sprung into action.

Before he could react, Talos closed the remaining distance between the two of them and clamped his hand around his mouth. He placed a foot behind the thug's heel and pushed, forcing him onto his back, hard. Steel leapt from the young hero’s back and curled around the criminal’s wrists and ankles, binding them together as another strip wrapped around his mouth. He let the thug go and wrenched his weapon out of his hands before he radioed his team, ”Talos, here. Just took down one of the guys on the second floor, not sure if there’s anyone else up here.” After a moment, he added in a tone that showed even he was surprised with himself, ”And…I don’t think they know I’m here…?”

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The wind blew gently, fluttering Luna’s cloak as she walked up the path through the forest. She had left the town behind a while ago, so the only sounds around here were those of the rustling leaves, chirping birds, and whatever happened to be scampering through the undergrowth. She had been walking in the direction the young boy had indicated, not having any other leads, when her sharp ears picked up the sounds of laughter a bit deeper. She walked over one last rise and found herself facing the bandit’s hideout.

It was situated in the middle of a large clearing. Ramshackle buildings that appeared to be made from the remains of old boats and ships dotted the clearing, men and women, at least a couple dozen, walking in, out, and between them. A few campfires burned and the smell of cooking food made Luna’s mouth water and her stomach growl, but she resisted it. She was here for a reason, after all.

She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a pair of leather gloves, the backs of which were plated with steel. She pulled them on as she closed the distance between her and the bandits. As they began to notice her, she called out, ”Alright, I’ve had a pretty shitty day, but I’ll give you all a chance! You’ve got two choices! Make it nice and easy, bring out your boss, and I’ll only have to kick the snot out of one of you! Or, you can make this fun for me!”

The bandits all rose to their feet, brandishing various weapons. One of them, a huge, heavyset man strode up to Luna, a club hoisted over his shoulder. “Big talk, comin’ from such a little thing,” he said as he bent over. “We’ll give you a chance to take your words back and go back the way you came before things get ugly.”

Luna scrunched up her nose at the man’s breath and waved her hand in front of her face as she said, ”Trust me, buddy, with you, things are already plenty ugly.”

The man’s face twisted up in anger and, with surprising quickness despite his size, he brought his club down, the ground cracking under the blow and kicking up a cloud of dust. When it cleared, his eyes widened when he saw Luna still standing, having side-stepped the attack. ”Not bad…but not good enough.”

Luna twisted and threw a punch into the man’s stomach. Despite his ‘natural padding,’ he felt the blow deeply, as if someone had fired a cannonball into his stomach. The blow sent him flying back until he crashed into one of the dilapidated huts, bringing the rest of it down on top of him. Everyone else, eyes practically popping out of their heads, slowly turned from the collapsed building back toward Luna, who was rubbing her knuckles. She glared at each one in turn and simply asked, ”Who’s next?”

With that, the rest of them charged with a furious roar, which Luna greeted with a grin. She sidestepped a stab from a dagger and drove her knee into the assailant’s stomach before she pivoted on her heel and slammed her shin into the side of another’s head. She caught the wrist of an attacker coming from her left, gripping it tightly enough to feel his bones grind together in her hand. With a yell, she used the man as a weapon, swinging him into a group of three bandits before she threw him into another.

Her ears twitched and she could feel the presence of someone else behind her, but she didn’t react fast enough before she felt them grab her hood from behind. They yanked it down, exposing her snowy hair and canid ears. Electro suddenly flashed from her body, electrifying them before she spun around and connected a haymaker with the side of their head. She turned her attention to another bandit and raised an Electro-enhanced fist, ready to drive it into their face.

“THAT’S ENOUGH!!

The command was delivered with such authority that everyone stopped where they were, Luna, included. She turned toward the largest building, which seemed to serve as a kind of headquarters, where a massive, bearded mountain of a man stood. His curly, black beard was bushy enough that Luna would be almost convinced that the hair that used to be on top of his head simply migrated to his jaw. A large scar ran from his eyebrow toward the back of his head, as if someone had dug an axe into his skull at some point. He had proper armor, a steel breastplate made of layered plates with matching shoulder guards, though the dents and scratches showed its age. In fact, now that Luna had calmed down some, she noticed that many of his men wore the same thing or something similar. Their armor was even in the same shape as his. “I take it you’re the reason why my men haven’t returned, yet?” he growled in a voice that sounded like a landslide.

Luna thought for a moment, then remembered the two that accosted her back at the bar. ”Ohh, you must mean Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumbass. Yeah, they were bugging me, so I showed them why that was a bad idea. And you can tell me whose bodies you looted all this equipment off before or after I kick your ass.”

Rather than get angry or take a swing at her, the man took Luna by total surprise: he laughed. It was a genuine belly laugh, one that was almost contagious, made even more so by the fact tears of joy were streaming down his face. He wiped his face and said, sniffling, “Boy, you’ve definitely changed. I remember when you were this shy little thing, hiding behind your mother’s legs.”

Before Luna could ask what he meant, the man suddenly kneeled, as did his men, or at least the ones dressed like him, to the surprise of everyone else. The man then said something she never thought she’d hear, his voice quivering with emotion.

“I’ve been dreaming of this day for years. We are at your command, Princess Luna Nox.”

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At the very latest, I'll get a post up by Monday, since that's my day off. Appreciate the reminder, @Pacifista!

This is actually the first OP RP I've ever been a part of (though, I do have a private one in the works with my friend), so I guess Sol (who probably won't be appearing for a while) and Luna would technically be my first OP characters. They were originally created as characters for a RWBY RP the same friend and I started, which never went anywhere, but I fell in love with the characters and I've been using them as much as I possibly can.

Here are a couple of pictures I've commissioned of them, one of which being their original reference!

Warning, large image.

Not as large, but still big.

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Corona Island, North Blue

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”You’ve gotta be kidding me. Three days?!”

“Sorry, miss, but that’s the soonest I can promise the work will be done,” the old shipwright said apologetically. “I’ve got other, more pressing commissions I gotta finish first. Why are you in such a hurry, anyway?”

”Don’t worry about it,” Luna grumbled as she gave the shipwright his money, cutting the remaining funds she received from the two bounties she turned in by half. She had been about to set sail again, but couldn’t find her boat, only to realize it was half-submerged due to a crack in the hull. She was already a week behind and she really didn’t want to waste anymore time, but it seemed like she didn’t have a choice.

She left the shipyard with a sigh. Without anything better to do, she decided to walk around town, her cloak fluttering in the wind as she walked. Corona Island was known best for its seemingly perpetually sunny weather and the beautiful beach just to the west of the harbor, to which visitors loved to flock. Luna wandered through the decently-sized town, side-stepping running children as they played, unable to resist smiling despite her sour mood. She had always had a soft spot for kids and they never failed to lift her spirits.

“Today marks the 15th anniversary of the fall of the Nychthemeron Empire.”

She suddenly stopped and turned her attention toward a nearby outdoor bar. Some patrons were gathered around a table, upon which a Transponder Snail sat, the voice it mimicked deep and smooth. “Can you believe that, folks? The mighty Day-and-Night Empire, at the height of their power, brought to heel by the World Government over the span of just three days, thanks to an anonymous tip that they were preparing for an open rebellion. Nearly half a million Legionnaires and who knows how many Sicarii, yet none of that could stand up to the Marine’s Admirals or their firepower. From what I hear, even the young prin…”

The man’s voice faded as Luna stormed away, her fists clenched in barely contained rage as she resisted the urge to smash the poor snail. She didn’t stop walking until she was able to regain her composure and by then, the sun had started to touch the horizon. ”Guess I should find somewhere to sleep for the next couple of nights,” she muttered to herself.

She started to walk back toward the harbor in search of an inn, only to stop when she felt something tugging on her cloak. She turned, her fist raised, thinking that some of the thug’s friends wanted to pay her back, only to see no one there. She felt the tug again and looked down to see a young boy looking up at her. He was about five or six, yet small for his age. His hair was a black, curly mop and he looked up at her with small, black eyes. Luna sighed with a smile and crouched in front of him. ”Hey, kid,” she said gently, ”think you should be heading home? It’s starting to get late.”

“Miss, are you strong?” the boy asked, surprising Luna. Before she could answer, the boy said, “I, I saw what you did to those guys…and the bar. Are you really that strong?”

Luna gave the boy a smile. ”Yeah, I suppose you could say I am,” she said, slipping her arm out from inside her cloak to flex it, though the sleeve from the black leather coat she wore underneath covered her arm. Her arm returned to the confines of her cloak as she asked, ”Why do you wanna know?”

The boy was quiet for a few moments. “There are some bad men in the mountains,” he eventually said. “My mama tells me they showed up a few years ago, after the Nicky Empire fell and they couldn’t protect us. They come to our house and take all of our money and food.” Tears appear in the child’s eyes as he adds, “Papa tried to stand up to them and they…they…”

”Hey, hey, it’s alright,” Luna said as she patted the boy’s head. ”I think I can guess what happened. You want me to knock some sense into them, don’t you?”

The boy nodded and Luna gave him a reassuring smile. She stood up and asked, ”Do you know what direction they come from?” The boy nodded and, wiping his eyes with one hand, pointed to the east, toward the mountains behind the town. Luna nodded and said, ”Alright, you go home, now. And tell your mom she doesn’t have to worry about the bad men anymore.”

The boy nodded and hurried off. Luna stood there, watching him until he was out of sight, then turned toward the direction he pointed. Electro arced off of her body until she managed to calm her anger, if only barely. ”Perfect. I needed something to punch.”