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[civilizedcombat]

Who: Cynthia and YOU
Where: The Trailblazers dorms and around LA
When: Around the end of February
What: LA's peppiest superhero-in-training focuses on an important project and does miscellaneous things around LA.
Warnings: None yet.

The Trailblazers dorms

Usually around this time of the day, Cynthia is making rounds around the dorms and peeking over the shoulders of her teammates to see what they're doing. Usually, she's talking loudly enough to someone that she can be heard several rooms over. Usually, she's bugging someone to do something or go somewhere with her.

Today, however, Cynthia is quiet. She's hunched over something in the main room; it's difficult to tell what it is, but it looks like it might be a piece of paper or maybe a notebook. She could be holding a pencil or a pen, too. She doesn't respond to any nearby conversation, even if her name is said. It seems like she's unusually focused on the item in front of her. It's up to you to solve this mystery, brave Trailblazer.


Wandering around LA

The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and Cynthia is out for a stroll in the city. It's such a beautiful day, so how could she not take the opportunity to enjoy a little bit of it? She's full of energy and ready to explore stores and streets she hasn't seen before. She might do a little bit of shopping, too; it depends on what she finds. Today is a great day for anything and everything.

Throughout the day, Cynthia will jump to help anyone she perceives to be in trouble. She might not do a very good job of helping, but it's the thought that counts, right? Despite not currently being proficient as a superhero, Cynthia will try her best to stop any crime she sees. She's happy to strike up conversation with anyone in her environment who looks friendly...probably also people who don't look friendly. It's just such a nice day.

At the end of the day, she'll sit down on the grass at a nearby park and enjoy the feeling of the breeze in her hair. You might find her rolling around in the grass on occasion, blissfully unaware of any prying eyes. 


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[purrsuit]

Nessa peers over Cynthia's shoulder to watch all the other scribbles get flicked past and wishes she had thought to bring her own sketchbook with her. She's not leaving yet, so there's still time to go and get it. She places the paper on the ground carefully--as if it was an important cultural artefact--and then fawns over the design Cynthia produces.

"Aw! She's so cute! These are really pawsome, 'thia," she beams. "Ooh! I like it. Any idea what kind of outfits they'll have? They gotta have some sort of secret identity, right? A Princess shouldn't be fighting crime, so I bet her subjects wouldn't be happy to find out she was!"

WOW! WOW!!! I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS. RUDE.

[superball]

He was going to comment on the fire and mountains part - about how his magic is much more subtle or some such - but that last bit completely catches his attention.

"Mythical beast? Like... a unicorn???" His face lights up, as if the previous minute never even happened. Why concentrate on people dissing his magic when there are nobles steeds to be discussed!

[civilizedcombat]

"Wow," Cynthia says, and leaves it at that for a couple moments. "...That'd kind of cowardly, like, aside from way uncool and mean. Someone like that shouldn't be a princess – I mean, someone who just punishes people whenever she wants."

[civilizedcombat]

His sudden change in focus is a little bit weird, though Cynthia can understand getting really excited about mythical beasts. He's just got the wrong one in mind.

"Kinda..." she says, contemplative. "More like a pegasus, if you ask me. I mean, I talked to a friend the other day about chimeras, too, but pegasi are the best." As she says this, her face also lights up. There's nothing like pegasus talk to lift the spirit after spilling coffee everywhere. "I guess unicorns could be pretty cool noble steeds if you're afraid of heights, though."

[civilizedcombat]

"Hmm, you're right! What about..." Cynthia thinks about it for a few moments. What would be a good codename for a detective fairy princess? "Oh! What about 'The Wings of Justice'? 'The Masked Investigator'? Just 'The Investigator'?" Cynthia has always been a 'trial-and-error' sort of person, including with codenames and secret identities. It only took her four hours of near-constant brainstorming to come up with 'Flourish'. She's very good at this.

[civilizedcombat]

Cynthia, too, checks her bag. She has six dollars and some change; probably just enough for a pastry and a small latte. She's had like two lattes today already, but does she care? No.

"Yeah, I think I could go for a latte..." she says, as she enters the cafe. She holds the door open for Miko. "And maybe a little slice of cake, if they have any. I haven't had cake in way too long."

[pullingamiko]

Miko grins and takes hold of the door once she can reach. "Same here. Though, to be fair, 'too long' not to have cake wouldn't necessarily have to be all that long."

[superball]

At the mention of pegasi and chimeras, a glimmer of recognition passes over him. In fact, it does more than just pass: it settles there, growing stronger with each passing moment, before culminating in Eusine loudly clasping his hands together with a delighted grin on his face. He kind of looks like someone who finally understood a really good joke.

"I know! How about we discuss this over a nice cup of coffee? After all, you did just spill your drink!" he declares, before making a dismissive gesture with one hand. "It's on me, I insist."

[civilizedcombat]

The offer surprises Cynthia. It's not that she thought the man wasn't nice or anything, just that she didn't peg him as the type to offer to buy her a coffee after having coffee spilled all over his shirt. Either way, seeing as how he's right about her not having a drink anymore, she's inclined to accept.

"Well, alright!" she says, smiling a little. "Thanks a bunch, uh...I don't think you've introduced yourself yet. ...I guess I haven't either! My name's Cynthia."

[superball]

"It's a beautiful name!" he says before taking one of her hands in his, bringing it to chest-level and giving the air above it a peck. He's a gentleman, you see. "As for me, you may call me... Eusine."

And with that, he spins on his heel and strides towards the counter. What comes next probably isn't what Cynthia expected. Oh, he could buy coffee, it's true... or he could comment on the fact the floor was awfully slippery, really, someone could have gotten badly injured, or even burnt, look at his chest, he's going to bear the mark for days-

It lasts for about two minutes, after which the barista just gives Eusine two tall mugs of free latte in exchange of the promise he'll shut up and put a goddamn shirt on.

[civilizedcombat]

Cynthia's eyes widen at Eusine's...gentlemanly near-kissing of her hand. So gentlemanly. That is definitely the word she has in mind. Her eyes widen even more when Eusine goes to work his magic, though her expression is more of exasperation than bewilderment. There's still some bewilderment there, however.

When Eusine seems to have the lattes, Cynthia goes up to the counter and stops next to him. "Hey, I'm...really sorry about all of this," she says to the barista with a bit of a repentant shrug, then tries to direct Eusine to her table without touching him.

They arrive, and she sits down in front of her laptop. "Thanks for the drink...I guess..." She gives him a look that says he really shouldn't have gotten the drinks like that. She's going to feel guilty about drinking this, but she can't just waste it, can she?

[superball]

Eusine is sadly totally unable to comprehend Cynthia's discomfort. He didn't force the barista to do anything, really. He merely suggested that compensating them would be a good business move.

He can be very persuasive. It's just that in his world "persuasive" means "obnoxious."

"Don't mention it," he says with a grin and a dismissive gesture of his hand, before putting on an expensive-looking jacket - retrieved from a nearby chair, because of course he's the kind of guy who holds a table before having even bought anything. He did promise the barista he wouldn't stay bare-chested, although why anyone would want to miss the occasion to ogle such a fine upper body is beyond him.

There's a mischievous glint in his eyes when he resumes. "This is a flourishing business, I'm sure they won't miss two drinks."

[civilizedcombat]

Cynthia grabs her drink while Eusine puts on his jacket, and she's in the middle of taking a testing sip when he next speaks. Therefore, eyes shooting open, she accidentally jerks her arm and causes more than just a sip of hot latte to spill into her mouth. Swallowing it is an equally painful experience, but at least she doesn't spit it out at Eusine on reflex.

When she's recovered from her mostly invisible ordeal, she narrows her eyes at Eusine a little. "Yeah, I bet." She pauses, partially out of tongue pain, partially to let her suspicions sink in. "That sure is a...weird word to emphasize."

sometimes i'm glad i am a master of shit puns

[superball]

He's glad she noticed his weird emphasizing. Not that he was terribly worried, of course; his rival can only be a person of great perspicacity, after all.

"Is it, really?" He leans forward, resting his chin on one hand. The expression on his face can best be described as 'shitlord'. "And here I thought my mastery of language was unrivaled!"

He looks so proud of his flawless wordplay. Incredible. Give this man a comedy award.

[civilizedcombat]

Cynthia definitely sees the shitlord expression, and she narrows her eyes suspiciously in return. There's no way... Can this guy be...?

"I'd call it something more like..." She pauses and leans in, stretching out the moment dramatically. "Mystical."

[superball]

"Hah!" He slaps his hand on the table, exulting. "I knew it!"

It's pretty obvious he's trying to keep his voice low... but it's not exactly working. As it is, he's just excitedly loud instead of deafening.

"What a small world!" He leans back into his seat, beaming. "It's good to meet you in the flesh, my dear rival."