it's really [N O T] your fault [Jinx]

[Almighty Paladin]

I think we have an emergency
I think we have an emergency
If you thought I'd leave, then you were wrong
Cause I won't stop holding on
So are you listening?
So are you watching me?

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The sun was setting low in the sky. Soleil was walking on the hop-walker to warm up for the long night ahead. Allison was appreciating her last moments in street clothes before having to put on the heavy armor suit and dawning her rapier and dagger. After all, Jump City needed its heroes. She sat on the fence, watching her horse along with two others walk in continuous circles over and over again. After I finish this water, I'll get ready, Allie thought. She lifted her water bottle to her lips and drank a last few sips before it was empty. The sun had dropped considerably low in the sky. With some light trotting and a quick canter, Soleil would be ready to go.

There it stood: her titanium armor. It was latched inside a hidden closet that was really three modified tack lockers. The all purpose saddle in which she rode, a purple blanket, and a black bridle all waited for the horse. Allison took the titanium out of the locker/closet and stepped into the bottom half carefully and quietly, gently laying the top half over her torso. With a few clips of hidden chains, the suit was held together. The helmet had to go on now before anyone recognized her. She grabbed the weapons, the tack, and left her human identity locked away in the lockers. Time to shine as someone else.

The black mare nickered excitedly to see her rider. Allie unclipped her from the hop-walker and quickly tacked. By the time they were ready to go and warming up, it was dark. "Come on, then. Let's go mare. Time to save the world." The Almighty Paladin rubbed her horse's neck. Soleil snorted in reply. They left the barn campus at a quick trot, emerging nearby the Jump City docks. All seemed to be quiet thus far. Now to wait for the scum to come out.


The word count is 319
The notes are Mehhh. My muse is away atm.
The lyrics belong to Emergency, Paramore.
The tag is JINXIEEE.

[Jinx]

xx

Mmm, the dark. Jinx absolutely adored it sometimes--when she was in a villianous state of mind, to be precise. It was the perfect familiar cloack to wrap her, snuggle her, make her feel like she belonged. Ha, that was if the Voice wasn't messing with her with stupid things like....well, presumably whatever a conscious was supposed to do. Whatever. It was annoying. And as if I wasn't already feeling lousy enough most of the time! Jinx thought, feeling a bit disgruntled, but she shook it off. No, today was a day for her to be bad, to do something to get her blood pumping and maybe even silence those stupid doubts (and of course, that stupid Voice). If she was lucky.

As it was, Jinx had just stolen eaten a nice meal at a diner down the way (why they kept letting her inside when they knew she'd only dine and dash, she had no idea, people were stupid), so she was nothing if not feeling nice and full to enjoy a challenge. In fact, she was enjoying a fair bit of acrobatics as she made her way down towards the water, because duh, who wouldn't like to take a leisurely stroll (or tumble, with a fair amount of showing off, even though no one else was around to see it) along the water on the way to their destination...which, in Jinxie's case, was probably a department store or something. For some reason they were just easier to rob. But then again, even stealing bothered her as of late. Less fun than it was worth, it seemed. That was disheartening--what did one do when the only thing they were good at lost its luster? Hm...Well, Jinxie, you're in quite a conundrum. You ever think that maybe you could, oh, I don't know....be good?! Jinx slowed, feeling her mischevious smile slip a bit. Dammit Voice, go away! A familiar feeling was slipping its way up into her gut and brain...It was the ever popular, oh-so-fun debate, am I insane? Or am I...just some random person who talks to themselves but isn't insane...? "Yeaah, cause that's likely," Jinx muttered to herself, rolling her eyes.

The troubled youth (for really, who in their right mind could call her a heroine?) jerked her head up as she caught sight of something big in her peripheral vision. Well, okay, there were lots of big things, like boxes and crates, here at the Docks, but this something was not supposed to be there. A horse, and logically, a rider to go with it. Except this rider was wearing a titanium suit. "Ooookay. Weirdo vigilante. Great." She muttered, sighing and loosening up her muscles, taking a stance appropriate for battle, because of course any weirdo in armor would want to fight her. She was Jinx, duh. No one seemed to remember her time of good, only that of evil.