"Uh-huh. Yeah. [i]Yeah[/i]. [i]I like it[/i]." [i]Such a voice, one that was fast-paced and swift, would respond as the masterful villain would announce his presence to the Dojo. It would not be a shocked denizen of the city, nor a proud member of the Dojo, nor a knight of Trayve in gold and purple, nor some legendary Mary Sue that was clad and encased in some technological miracle of an exosuit.[/i] [i]But it totally was a Mary Sue.[/i] [i]She spoke in a quick voice, yet one that was alluring as well, like music to one's ears. The singsong voice was only accompanied by something of an accent, British or something of the sort, though that was somewhat difficult to distinguish. She stepped out in front of the true villain, exposing herself to his view. She was.. well, average, but not so average after all. She was a regular, medium height office feet and eight inches tall, with her bodily frame underneath the tight navy blue jeans and the buff, black jacket that was zipped up to her pale neck was thin and lean, like a line taken shape. Her hands were exposed with her arms crossed, her forearms down to her fingertips burnt to a smoldering, blackened crisp. It was as if her hands had been shoved into an oven, yet they seemed real still, of flesh and skin and bone.[/i] [i]Skin of ash, that was.[/i] [i]Her face was pretty, though. Round yet sharpened to a nearly pointed chin, with a high set of cheekbones and simple freckles darting her pale face occasionally. Streaks of azure blue would rush through the already light strands of short blonde hair, and piercing the man's being were two beady electric eyes. It was as if electricity surged throughout her very pupils.[/i] "I love the idea though. You got any lasers? Or water?"