Máni peers out from the alley, solemnly observing the attack drones--blasphemous bio-mechanical parodies of mankind in form, tearing apart the street, their strange chittering intermingling with the screams of those civilians unfortunate enough not to have been evacuated when the siege began. He pulls back into the safety of the shadows as a airborne unit passes by, looking for more victims to cut down.
He whispers to his companion, "I think we're losing hold of the situation."
One boy has a question for Gren."I'm on the conversion list for November. Does it...hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt. It's mostly really boring, you have to do doctory things or wait for like a whole day."
"...And after?"
"And after you have a new body! Switching is kind of weird and it took me weeks to get used to the interface, but it's still great!"
"If you three are like robots, how come you were able to be born like that?"
"Well, thank you children for giving us all some insight into the subject. I hope you all have a nice weekend, and we look forward to the Fearsome Foursome's exhibition match this Carnival."
The class makes an eager escape.
"So, Gren, does you body-synch plan say Grande can come out and play? The Smokelords are waiting to find out that they're waiting."
"Hm. Not yet... I'm doing a lot of being-regular so I can save up being-super time for a good long while."
The next day, Gren is feeling better about her "saved powers time" and willing to go provoke the Smokelords.
Her teammate's pull their costumes on. Zeke's is currently a dark blue hood and cloak number with purple trimmings, with a lot of silver moons all over.
Gren's is lighter blue and green, including a sort of almost-skirt thing. It looks flowy and smooth.
And with that, they take off to the Smokelords' hometown.
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