"Angel, what's wrong with you?" Lady Midnight asked as she prepared to defend herself from the younger heroine. She saw Ms Americana and Got Gal both ...ppear and start in her direction also. What was going on? She wondered as she avoided a kick that would have taken her head off. It looked like the other two would also attack her, but why? She ducked another blow from Yumi, only to turn into Ms America's punch. Her head snapped back as Azure Angel planted her fist into her abdomen. She jerked. When I looked in the mirror I was shocked, but mom did not give me time to look at myself. I quickly had earrings, a watch, a necklace, then heels on. She handed me the bright red lipstick, and when I had traced the waxy red on my lips, she spritzed me with perfume and told me to look in the mirror. I was speechless. My hair fell above my shoulders, curled on the ends, framing my face in delicate wisps of hair, bangs that cut across my forehead in a sweep to one side. I actually had a feminine. "You're in luck…" He replied, whispering despite their solitude. "Because the feeling's mutual." I'm sure…" She murmured back, face upturning as a blustery autumn wind sent her long tresses scattering haphazardly between them. His arms pulled her in closer, the loose sides of his robe billowing out and enveloping them both.For the longest time they stood there, him shielding her from the darkness' icy claws, her shielding him from regression into the darkness of all he had been partly. Someone, somewhere in a nondescript office would know about it and a telegram would be sent here to say so. Then somebody else somewhere else would be detailed to monitor you until they were entirely sure you were a danger to no-one least of all yourself. If someone went missing in the fog, was reported to levitate, or claimed to have seen any one of a number of an extraordinarily long list of obviously imaginary creatures from boggarts to sylphs, eyebrows would be raised but quietly.