But there's something unutterably pleasant about curling up in a proper bed in pajamas and just sleeping. And then waking up and getting breakfast in those pajamas. So she does that, because immortality's a long unpleasant time if you don't enjoy the little things every now and then. Like adorable bunny slippers and soft pajamas and sleeping in.
She's midway through a fruity salad thing that counts as the standard fairy breakfast when she feels the summon. Showing up to a summon in pajamas? Eh. If they're proper summoners she bets they've seen worse, and she doesn't particularly care if they think she's unprofessional.
She puts her spoon down and accepts the summon.
The place is a proper mess. Glam is in fact riding a unicorn, with a rainbow lance and a rainbow shield, galloping this way and that. The unicorn can shoot rainbow lasers out of its horn, apparently, and is also really fast. Not speedster fast, but definitely faster than a horse.
The PRT squad stationed there has all been disabled, stuck under what appears to be rainbow-colored containment foam. A hero with mouse ears on her helmet and a Tinker with an antigrav jetpack are engaging, and Legend's trying to use lasers that turn corners to reach Glam, who seems to be conjuring more shields here and there and blocking Legend's shots like they weren't... well, Legend's shots.
She lands gracefully even while giggling uncontrollably.
"O-Okay, okay," she wheezes, between giggles. "Can I request we all just stand down for a bit?"
"That," she says, laughter fading, "was a bit rude. I'm not even part of the Protectorate and haven't attacked you at all! C'mon now."
"Sorry, I kinda assumed, what with the costume and all."
There are—fairies. They're holding decals and calmly pasting them on walls and windows, or hanging small colourful decoration here and there.
"Hi, it's nice to meet you, I'm Glam, they pronouns please."
Legend shoots a shot that divides into several, and manages to hit Glam and blast them to the ground and off the unicorn.
"Ow! What'd you go and do that for?"
"Nice to meet you too. I'm Morgan." She glances up at Legend. "Guys, can you back off for a bit? I don't think blasting things is going to fix everything, let me talk to them?"
Legend looks at Morgan, then does a hand signal, and his teammates stop.
Glam mounts on their unicorn again and raises an eyebrow, while the fairies continue doing their job. "What? You're ruining my thing."
"You have my permission to bedazzle me if you think it would help with that," says Morgan dryly.
"Yeah. You said you weren't with the Protectorate. What gives? And why'd Legend even listen to you?" They look at Legend, who shrugs, then look at her again looking even more confused.
"While the Protectorate is doing good work that needs to be done, I think I wouldn't be the best fit for their ranks with my powerset, and I'd be better suited helping the world as a rogue," she says diplomatically. "And because I and Legend have spoken before and he thinks I have reasonable judgement?" She glances at Legend. "I assume?"
"Pretty much. Also because she's the most likely to be able to actually stop you here," Legend says, sounding like a disappointed father. Who. Is wearing spandex. Uh.
"Well you did the thing with Leviathan, I'm sure you think you can stop me but nnnnoooooo I'm still redecorating this place. Mwa ha ha!"
Jetpack groans and Mouse Protector facepalms.
"Nah. I think I'll just help clean up after. You're not hurting anyone, right?"
Slow blink. "Uh. I think I might've bruised some PRT officers and Mouse Protector."
"You would not be able to, villain!" says Mouse Protector.
"Never mind that, then. I am curious about where everyone else is, though. Like, the Wards, or the rest of the team. They probably have some ambush waiting for me somewhere."
Legend gives away nothing.
"I wouldn't know," she says, shrugging. "But I am curious about - this. Why this? It seems... Uh, well, completely pointless."
"Um, beating the heroes in their home turf, hello? Does wonders for my rep. A villain needs a rep, see."
"...yes? Yes, we do. I mean, I'm pretty sure Legend's pulling his punches, here, I haven't actually done anything bad enough to be worth a kill order, so his rep is mostly undamaged. But, you know, taking the heroes down a peg, not a bad idea in general?"
"It's a bad idea on so many levels I can't even begin to explain them to you," says Legend, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"You know usually villains gain a rep by doing things to get what they want. You seem to just want the rep. All of the glamour of capedom just turns your eyes to stars? You must be famous?"
She doesn't stress the word 'glamour.' But something in her face says that it wasn't an accident that she said it.
"Do you want to waste the valuable time, energy, and resources of the people that, while not infallible, are still trying to save the world?"
"I tend to plan these things so they won't happen when too much important stuff's actually going down."
"What are you even talking about," Jetpack asks.
"That's actually a good question, I don't usually get to talk for this long, either these guys really trust you or they have a very nice trap waiting for me, which, ha ha, I can teleport, who cares."
"But even then - chip away at the 'rep' of the Protectorate and they get less funding. Because the people don't think their protectors can protect them. Tinkers get less resources, the PRT gets less equipment, communication lines are just a little bit shorter and they are just a little bit slower showing up to an actual threat."
"Hm. Worth it."
"You are delusional," Legend sighs.
"No, you just don't know what I'm talking about!"