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.
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!"
"I think there are other ways to get a rep without hurting the heroes trying to save the world. Faster ways, better ways. Using your unicorns to build houses to house refugees from Endbringer attacks, having your fairies run recon on dangerous villains that don't use rainbows and fairies and unicorns."
"In reverse order: One, I already fight the dangerous villains and them I hurt. Two, that's actually a good idea, I should start doing that."
"I promise that was not the singular good idea floating around in my head, never to be matched again. I am perfectly happy to provide, to give you other options, but the heroes of the world cannot spend their time fighting each other. Do you understand? You think it's worth it, but it's just hurting all of us."
Glam sets their lance aside and ponders.
"Okay, I'll hear you out, since unlike them you can't technically arrest me. I was bored anyway, and I think the fairies are, too."
"We cannot have any bored fairies," says Morgan, trace of dry. The irony might kill her. "Thank you. Do you theoretically want to do mostly industry, or combat prowess, or a mix of both?"
"One, again, not telling you what I want. Two, not hearing you out right here where the people who can try to arrest me" (they give Legend the evil eye) "are right there."