***
When the day ended, I was standing on the rooftop of the apartment building I called home, looking out over the ruins of Faultline. I could see little flickers
of movement that had to be the Lost, the Freakshow and Arachnos crawling through the rubble, hunting... well, I don't know what. The main prizes of
Overbrook were long gone. I held it as a point of pride, honestly.
"Thinking about the day?" Ifrit asked from behind me. I turned to see her coming up the fire escape, having borrowed some of Miranda's looser
clothes until my sister could take her shopping tomorrow. (Mir had gained a rather annoyed look at Ifrits comment about the top being tight)
"Honestly, I wasn't thinking about anything. Only way to deal with it," I shrugged. Ifrits wings twitched in amusement (How did THOSE go through
the jumper without any holes?) as she stepped up past me and took in the view.
"I have to admit, I tried that. Didn't work. I mean, there's all the questions of who I am, what I am, how we're going to explain this to Dad,
what my connection to you is..."
"Spacey helped there," I pointed out, drawing a laugh. Eva had managed to explain the Pantheon attack to the reporters, only to lose utter control of
the situation when someone asked about Ifrit. Spacey jumped into action with her usual style, drawing all attention to her.
"The fire-weaving fey of justice, the newest of Paragons guardians, the courageous Lady of the Peace," Ifrit said, giggling slightly. "She's
got a way with the media."
I snorted. "She punches through, and they scramble to keep up." I looked over at her. "You know, if you don't want that name-"
"Worried I might think it's putting myself in your shadow?" She smirked. "No, I like the name. It feels... right. There is one other issue.
She called me your sister." She moved her wings. "I'm not going to be able to manage a secret identity. They'll know who I am, and by process
of elimination..."
That was something I hadn't considered, and it DID worry me. I'd pissed off a lot of powerful people. The Council, the Sky Raiders, Hell, there was a
freaking ARBITER that wanted my head on a stick. Most of them wouldn't hesitate to go after people I cared about... unless I made it clear how much such a
stunt would cost them.
"I'll manage," was my response, after some thought. It would mean having to fight hard, taking the battle to the enemy. Leaving some messages,
making a point... As I watched the sun dip below the war walls, it's evening orange distorted oddly by the forcefields, I decided it was a thought for
another time.
Smiling, I put an arm over my new sisters shoulder, who made a slightly surprised squeak and looked at me. "Strange day," I mused. "But you
know, pretty damn good."
Ifrits ears twitched in amusement, before we both heard several gunshots. Looking over the edge of the roof, we saw several SWAT officers in a shootout with a
pair of Lost Headmen. The fey grinned, and I pulled my hand back as flames consumed her clothes and replaced them with her costume. "Well, time to earn
the badges," she said, stepping off the rooftop.
Grinning, I charged my gauntlets and jumped into the action.
***
THE END
***
This was an interesting experiment for me. I think the last time I tried writing in first-person was back in high school, close to a decade ago. No real reason
against it, it's just that I never seemed to try it. Overall, I think I liked it, although there were some parts I feel could have gone better.
Amusingly, Lady of the Peace has become my second highest character, hitting level 21 on the weekend.
When the day ended, I was standing on the rooftop of the apartment building I called home, looking out over the ruins of Faultline. I could see little flickers
of movement that had to be the Lost, the Freakshow and Arachnos crawling through the rubble, hunting... well, I don't know what. The main prizes of
Overbrook were long gone. I held it as a point of pride, honestly.
"Thinking about the day?" Ifrit asked from behind me. I turned to see her coming up the fire escape, having borrowed some of Miranda's looser
clothes until my sister could take her shopping tomorrow. (Mir had gained a rather annoyed look at Ifrits comment about the top being tight)
"Honestly, I wasn't thinking about anything. Only way to deal with it," I shrugged. Ifrits wings twitched in amusement (How did THOSE go through
the jumper without any holes?) as she stepped up past me and took in the view.
"I have to admit, I tried that. Didn't work. I mean, there's all the questions of who I am, what I am, how we're going to explain this to Dad,
what my connection to you is..."
"Spacey helped there," I pointed out, drawing a laugh. Eva had managed to explain the Pantheon attack to the reporters, only to lose utter control of
the situation when someone asked about Ifrit. Spacey jumped into action with her usual style, drawing all attention to her.
"The fire-weaving fey of justice, the newest of Paragons guardians, the courageous Lady of the Peace," Ifrit said, giggling slightly. "She's
got a way with the media."
I snorted. "She punches through, and they scramble to keep up." I looked over at her. "You know, if you don't want that name-"
"Worried I might think it's putting myself in your shadow?" She smirked. "No, I like the name. It feels... right. There is one other issue.
She called me your sister." She moved her wings. "I'm not going to be able to manage a secret identity. They'll know who I am, and by process
of elimination..."
That was something I hadn't considered, and it DID worry me. I'd pissed off a lot of powerful people. The Council, the Sky Raiders, Hell, there was a
freaking ARBITER that wanted my head on a stick. Most of them wouldn't hesitate to go after people I cared about... unless I made it clear how much such a
stunt would cost them.
"I'll manage," was my response, after some thought. It would mean having to fight hard, taking the battle to the enemy. Leaving some messages,
making a point... As I watched the sun dip below the war walls, it's evening orange distorted oddly by the forcefields, I decided it was a thought for
another time.
Smiling, I put an arm over my new sisters shoulder, who made a slightly surprised squeak and looked at me. "Strange day," I mused. "But you
know, pretty damn good."
Ifrits ears twitched in amusement, before we both heard several gunshots. Looking over the edge of the roof, we saw several SWAT officers in a shootout with a
pair of Lost Headmen. The fey grinned, and I pulled my hand back as flames consumed her clothes and replaced them with her costume. "Well, time to earn
the badges," she said, stepping off the rooftop.
Grinning, I charged my gauntlets and jumped into the action.
***
THE END
***
This was an interesting experiment for me. I think the last time I tried writing in first-person was back in high school, close to a decade ago. No real reason
against it, it's just that I never seemed to try it. Overall, I think I liked it, although there were some parts I feel could have gone better.
Amusingly, Lady of the Peace has become my second highest character, hitting level 21 on the weekend.