Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150429205054/@comment-26414442-20150502084418

Pythia hated late-night meetings. It meant less time to get back to her apartment and to wind down after a long work day, and most of all – it meant that she had to catch up with even more things happening with the heros and villains of this superpower-ridden city.

Even worse, her current meeting was dragging on, and the councilmen she was meeting with were the most archaic and boring people ever. First, they shot down her idea of raised minimum wage and reducing unemployment in low-income areas, even though that would reduce the severe amount of crime in the city currently.

She sighed. Why couldn't someone get her out of this mess?

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Radiant hadn't seen her brother since yesterday morning, and she was starting to get worried. Her twin sense told her that something was definitely wrong with Rennard, and that she should try work out what it was.

... walking alone in a shady part of the city at night, searching for him, was probably not the best solution for that. And definitely not a good idea for a girl of her race, age and gender. If the police stopped her, at least her family's wealth would get her out of any prejudiced situation was she in. But if it were a crime syndicate, she would probably be held at ransom – which was definitely not helpful at all in finding her brother.

She was right. There were loud noises coming from the end of the street. Her eyes widened in panic, and turned a corner, catching a sight of a lady in a trenchcoat fighting off some thugs.

"You know," she muttered, under her breath. "This would be the perfect time for some random hero to save me."