Lila and Klaus Who: Lila and Klaus Hargreaves What: Unexpected Meeting When: After Lila's Bouts Where: In the Gallery Warnings: None, probably Status: Incomplete
Lila signed up for Fight Night on a whim. She didn't really know anyone here, and though she'd been given an apartment, laptop, phone and creditcard, she wanted to get out and do something. So she'd walked in and signed up at the last minute. She won two bouts, but lost the third. Now she was sitting in the gallery watching other fights.
It had been a very educational experience. Back home there were very few people with powers. Her ability to mimic them, while exceptionally useful on the rare occasions when she encountered a powered opponent, seldom made a difference. Her fight with the Hargreaves--only a day or two ago, in her personal timeline--had been the exception.
It was different here. There were many people here with superhuman powers. Many people. Powers of all kinds. It was actually kind of annoying, having her attention fragmented by the sea of powersets washing over her. She'd never learned how to shut them out before, or sort through the melange of powers she could feel around her. She'd never had to.
She wasn't even sure she could, actually. But it was distracting, and distractions were bad for fighting. So Lila had bought a couple of shots of whiskey and found an open seat overlooking the fights. She'd have preferred a nice pint of dark beer, but there was none to be had, so whiskey it was.
Now she was watching the fights, assessing the styles and skill levels of the combatants with half her attention while she tried to block out the constant awareness of powers. So she was taken completely by surprise when a familiar voice called her name.