Turnaround Amy — Roleplayer Guild

If looks could kill, well the human race probably would have died out by now. But if only Phaidra’s looks could kill… well she probably would have been locked up a long time ago. But if Phai’s looks could kill and she’d just developed the power a few minutes ago this team would be so dead. Especially that blond guy. Did he seriously call her sweetheart?! Gah. People. 

Phai flexed her fingers and watched the rest of the proceedings icily as more ridiculous questions were asked. Their newfound sponsor was forced to turn the proceedings over to his A.I when he finally got fed up with the disaster of a team he’d created.  Phai leaned forward to examine the map the A.I pulled up, carefully noting the location of her room. She continued scowling till another team mate, who had honest to god been sleeping asked a final question. Listening to the A.I’s put upon response made her smirk for a brief moment and she shook her head. Just… wow.  They were quite a team. 

Phai got up slowly from the table, the chick in the lab coat had glanced at the image and then practically bolted but Phai had to take a moment to look at the map one more time.  There was no way she wouldn’t at some point lose her way trying to find her way to her room but she’d be damned if it happened on the first day. 

Done with the map she stalked out of the room, trailing a little bit behind the majority of the group. She watched with raised eyebrows as the excitable dino-girl went after the other human, or rather humanoid, cloud of darkness. As the dino’s attempts at befriending and motivating the lord of scowls lord of scowls failed beautifully Phai moved past the two, further down the hall. From the looks of it every hero but the excitable saurus, including herself, was doing their best to get to their and get away from the team mates. That was probably not a good thing. 

Phantasma would definitely have had a few choice words to say about the immediate group split. She probably would’ve dragged Phai through a few walls, privacy be damned, to go and say hi to her teammates. They needed to learn what each other could do, figure out whose abilities completed whose, determine which of them was going to be the best bet to give commands in crisis mode, and just, well, bond. But, the larger Ph wasn’t around, and Phai wasn’t in the mood to try and bond with these morons.  So she ignored the echos of her mentors teachings and skulked into her new room. 
The digs were decent, and when the suit Phai found laid out for her seemed more than decent. The fabric was pretty lightweight, still a little heavier than her usual getup, but that was probably for protection from bullets and shit. She changed out the clothes she’d come in and into the suit, pointedly ignoring the identity protecting headgear that came with it. The gravity powers were a dead giveaway as to who she was, and her family was more than equipped to deal with any idiot villain who decided they were going to go after the rest of the Collins. 

Speaking of family, Phai pulled out her cell and shot her Aunt a text to let her know that she wouldn’t be coming home because she had found a place and a job. Giving them no information on where she’d gone was a tempting idea, but she didn’t want to deal with the shitshow that’d surely occur if they thought she been killed. A few minutes after her initial text Phai got a response.

I’m guessing job means hero shit. Have fun pointlessly getting the crap beat out of you. FYI, I’m letting the twins know. Phai huffed in frustration. The twins wouldn’t do anything about it, but she was not looking forward to the middle of the night wake up call she’d get from some sketchy af number when they found out and decided to try and scold her away from such nonsense. She was so glad the rooms were paid for; living at home with family members who just didn’t get it was such a complete drain, and by drain she meant that she’d spotted some schematics on her uncles laptop and was a little worried that he was going to try and drain her power. Ugh. Family. 

Phai shrugged on her vegan-friendly pleather jacket and shoved her feet into some combat boots. She went over to check out the get up in the mirror. The suit actually looked pretty decent, simple, black and formfitting. After pulling on some fingerless fishnet gloves and a particularly pointy headband she was actually pretty satisfied.  She gave her reflection a nod. This was all going to turn out just fine.  Crap team or no, she could do the whole hero shtick. She could help people. Hopefully.
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